As night fell, the myriad lights of the Holy City intertwined in the night sky, shining brighter than the stars.
In the inn, the Hero was talking to the Gleaming Scale Serpent about the visions from her dream that night. Little did she know, at this moment in the Evil-breaking Church, the Evil-breaking Bishop, gasping as he ran from his room to the church, was staring blankly at the once rust-covered, now mirror-like broken sword.
The Holy Artifact, once believed to be destined for decay, now shone anew, bringing hope for the continuation of their church.
Though the reason was unclear, despite it being a joyous transformation, the bishop found himself unable to feel any joy.
All he felt was a sense of danger emanating from the Holy Artifact before him, the once familiar broken sword now seemed so strange, as if it would turn into a great bomb at any moment, blasting him and the entire church away.
"What... on earth is going on?"
