In a bright hall, Cardinal Rhaenor was sitting on a golden chair and reviewing the reports he had received from all the Lightwatchers.
The hall shimmered with divine radiance, reflecting off marble pillars etched with celestial inscriptions. The faint aroma of incense lingered in the air, and the sound of flickering flames in the golden braziers gave the place a serene, holy ambiance.
A man clad in bright golden armour knelt on one knee before him. His armour bore the crest of a morning sun rising from the depths of darkness, and a bird with seven white wings was witnessing the miracle with a dazed look in its eyes—etched across the breastplate with divine precision.
He was Micheal, the Head of the Lightwatchers and also the Head Prosecutor of the Church of the Dawnfire Goddess.
In his right hand, he held a jade stone the size of a child's fist. It was carved with numerous runes he couldn't begin to understand, yet he knew its purpose well. Everyone in the Church did.
