The next morning.
The sun poured through the sea fog, tinting the air golden, and the workers who had been busy all day rested in their newly built temporary shelters. The island welcomed a brief tranquility.
And in the spacious Isolated Island Church, the Offshore Nun knelt alone before the bare offering altar, hands clasped, silently offering her morning prayers.
Although the new Holy Artifact had yet to be decided, for the faithful, prayer was also a practice—clarifying the spirit, strengthening the will, affirming that they were walking the right and regretless path.
However, upon hearing the sound of the large doors opening behind her, the nun straightforwardly interrupted her morning prayer and turned with a smile.
"Lady Saintess, good morning—"
Reflected in her pupils was the sight of a pure white silhouette at the doorway, causing the nun to pause slightly.
"Good, good morning." The Hero responded a bit awkwardly, "Sorry, did I interrupt your prayer?"
