Chapter 64 - 02/10- Father Seraphiel is not a fan

Father Seraphiel, though younger than most of the priests in the temple, carried an air of maturity that belied his age. His dark, youthful face was set in determination, and his green eyes glimmered with an intensity that matched his passion. Standing tall and unwavering, he approached Leona and Skye with a sense of purpose that seemed almost predestined. His robes of deep crimson adorned with intricate golden symbols shimmered in the light, the soft sway of his dark hair barely visible under the ornate headdress. His voice, steady but filled with an underlying urgency, cut through the tense atmosphere.