Sky City, Holy Ground of the Holy Cathedral
The subdued light from the stained glass windows cast colored shadows on the white marble veined with gold of the Holy Ground, where the silence was disturbed only by the faint trickle of water in a small cascade saturated with arcane mana.
Her Holiness Siel, whose presence radiated a divine authority that few dared to contest, stared at the object placed on the crystal altar. It was the Key of Saint Peter, that artifact capable of breaking the seals of the celestial domains.
At her side, Helia von Stavenger remained motionless, her usual black gothic outfit contrasting violently with the immaculate purity of the place. Her glasses reflected the glow of the grimoire as she slowly adjusted her position. She seemed lost deep in her thoughts while her gaze remained fixed there.
