The two soon arrived at the entrance of the cathedral, the arena-like garden behind them left in ruins, a testament to the ferocity of the last battle. The arena-shaped garden was now a wasteland of shattered stone, scorched earth, and the lingering stench of blood and smoke. Ludwig couldn't help but glance back, his hollow eyes scanning the devastation. He could only hope that this next encounter wouldn't be too… deadly. At least, that's what he told himself. So far, they had come with a purpose other than fighting, but every step of the way had forced them into conflict.
Just as they approached the massive cathedral gates, the doors creaked open slowly, the sound echoing eerily through the silence. The hinges groaned as if protesting the movement, the noise grating and unnatural.
"That needs some oil," Ludwig said, trying to lighten the tension and dispel the oppressive mood. His voice sounded hollow, even to his own ears, and the attempt at humor fell flat.
