At the same time.
Somewhere far away from Regina, in the capital city of Helius, Havenwright.
A gentle breeze blew through the corridors of Saint Peter’s cathedral, the flowers and grass bent in the direction of the wind. The warm sunlight shone on the rooftop and passed through the stained glass. The light refracted into beams that shone on a small room in the depths of the cathedral, forming all sorts of patterns on the floor.
In this room filled with light stood three men.
The bishop wore a pure maroon robe and stood on the podium. Beside him was a priest in black whispering something to him. At the corner of the room, there was a young man in white shirt leaning against the wall, his mind having wandered somewhere else.
After a while, the priest seemed to be done reporting to the bishop, nodded, bowed at the young man, and left the small room.
The sound of the door shutting was clear in this quiet room.
