Chapter 166 – Too Holy for The Streets
Lux stood slowly, the white robe around him flowing as he rose.
His voice was soft now. Tired.
"Good night, Father."
The booth door creaked.
Light spilled across the floor.
Lux stepped into a full cathedral—dark, empty save for flickering candles, long wooden pews, and rows of sleeping holiness. The kind of silence that held breath in its throat.
He looked up.
Eyes fell on the statue.
Of course.
Of course…
It was her.
Celestaria.
Wings outstretched. Expression pure. Sculpted into polished stone like a love letter to serenity and judgment all at once.
Lux stared up at it.
A long, tired breath escaped his lips.
"…Yeah," he muttered, "now it makes sense why the elevator connected here."
He turned away from her gaze, steps soft on the marble floor.
