It was past midnight, and all but a few souls were asleep.
In this serene silence, The Cathedral of Salimoor rose like a monument to divine authority.
Its white marble spires reached toward the heavens, stained glass windows depicting the Five Ancient Holy Gods in their eternal glory, mystical wards so powerful they made the ambient air shimmer with sacred energy.
Paladin Seris limped through the grand entrance, her injuries from the Devil encounter still healing despite advanced restoration techniques.
The Cathedral's ambient divine power accelerated her recovery, but catastrophic damage required time even for those blessed by the Gods.
She made her way to the Council Chamber—a circular room at the Cathedral's heart, accessible only to those with appropriate clearance and divine favor.
Six seats arranged in a semicircle faced the entrance, each one occupied by a figure whose mystical pressure suggested power that transcended normal mortal limitations.
