Lucan and Maris left the resting room, their footsteps echoing softly as they made their way down the long, quiet corridor of the temple. The golden glow from the towering goddess statue behind them gradually dimmed, leaving the room in serene silence.
As the sound of their departure faded into the distance, the air within the resting room began to ripple and distort, like the surface of a calm lake disturbed by an unseen force. Slowly, as though shedding an invisible disguise, a figure began to emerge from the very wall—a young woman clad in a black habit, her expression one of deep, unsettling reverence.
"Ah... even during her travels, the Saint fulfills her sacred duties. How noble, how incomparably pure she is..."
