Lucien moved and watched through the administrative projection.
On the projection, Clara and the Holy Maiden stood inside the entrance chamber of the new Remembrance Trial.
The Holy Maiden's name was Seravelle.
She stood with her hands folded before her sleeves, calm and composed, like someone who had learned to keep her inner world behind a veil.
Clara stood beside her.
Lucien watched as Clara took Seravelle's sleeve and pulled her toward the center of the chamber.
Seravelle allowed it. She even gave a small smile.
Lucien stared.
Clara had indeed made a friend. A genuine one.
Lucien suddenly felt as if he had witnessed a miracle unrelated to divine energy.
Clara turned to Seravelle and spoke with a gentle smile.
"I will begin."
Seravelle nodded.
Clara then she raised her hand.
And then...
The chamber disappeared.
A battlefield replaced it.
Seravelle froze at once.
The world changed too completely.
The ground beneath her feet was mud, ash, blood, and broken stone.
