July 29th.
Cloudy weather.
Dark clouds had covered over the area within the giant wall. The weather was cold. Pedestrians had wrapped themselves in clothes as the black death season was ending. The members of the Holy Church were in huge square in the slums, residential and commercial districts. They had even came over to the Temple. The members were worshiping God of Light. The second day of the August would be the first day of the annual snow season. It was a routine prayer day where civilians, nobles and high-profile members of the Holy Church amassed into crowds to pray for protection of humans from suffering.
Several architects were busy as they built a steeple giant at the higest place of a castle which was on top of a hill. The cold wind hit their faces as their hair fluttered in the air.
"Hurry up! Hurry! Bury the wires properly!" An old man in high spirit was commanding them. It was master Eivissa.
Architects rapidly pulled the wires.
