The radiant barrier that had enveloped the Cathedral of the Holy Light for several days began to gradually dissolve, countless specks of pale gold drifting away from the slowly melting energy field, dispersing into the depths of the night. Meanwhile, the ringing of bells continued to resonate within the diminishing barrier.
The chimes rang, as if issuing an invitation.
Gawain and the two Guardian Dukes stood on the square in front of the cathedral district, watching the scene by the cathedral. Duke Baldwin frowned slightly, "Strange... The priest Clergy should be coming out to meet the believers now... Why is the cathedral district so quiet?"
