In the sovereign state of Vatican City, hidden beneath layers of secrecy and silence, lay the concealed sanctuary of the Angelic Moon Sect.
Deep inside the underground cathedral that served as their base, dozens of sect members knelt in reverence.
Their bodies were bowed low.
Their foreheads nearly touched the cold stone floor.
At the center of the chamber stood a tall statue of an angel with vast wings spread wide, carved from white marble that glowed softly under candlelight.
The entire room was filled with quiet murmurs of prayer.
Every member of the sect faced the statue as if it were a sacred divine presence.
Among them, kneeling in the center of the congregation, was Angelica.
Her posture mirrored the others, her knees resting against the floor as she bowed her head respectfully.
However, unlike the others, her lips moved not in prayer to the statue.
Instead, she murmured something softly to herself.
"Oh God..."
Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.
