The following morning came slower than most.
The air still had that lingering scent of burnt wood and blood; she could even taste the dust that moved in the air, too difficult to be cleaned away completely.
Morena had barely gotten any rest; she tried to sleep, she really did, but she couldn't help but get lost in thought whenever she lay down. She couldn't help but think about the symbol she had found and the church.
Throughout the day, she went about her tasks as usual, going over reports, patrolling the house, and checking up on details, making sure everything was getting back on track.
Yet while her body worked on autopilot, her mind was drifting elsewhere, the books and details of the past that she had read about in the archive. She couldn't help but go over the history of the church and the kingdoms from before.
