The group marched deeper into the corrupted church, boots tapping against cracked marble. The heavy silence of corruption should have weighed them down—except fate had other plans.
Because just ten meters in, Yuki suddenly froze mid-step. His wings twitched. ["Uh… Lady Shellia? What's this?"] He bent, picking up a soft piece of fabric from the floor.
It shimmered faintly, pale ivory with threads of gold embroidery—delicate enough to belong in a noblewoman's closet.
"Is that… a scarf?" Shellia blinked.
Kaelin tilted her head. "Why would there be a scarf in a corrupted hallway?"
Before anyone could answer—
DING!
Panel Window Activated
[Item Found: Moonlit Silk Scarf. Owner: Lumiel.]
Notes: Despite appearances, this accessory belongs to Lumiel. Do not question the fashion choices of priests.
The group stared.
Veyra raised a skeletal brow. "Wait. This belongs to Lumiel? The High Priest Lumiel?"
