The corridors of the Holy Palace were longer than they seemed at first glance, as if deliberately built to put every step, every movement, and every breath under the invisible pressure of this place's authority.
The white and gold walls were covered with engravings of angels, holy wars, and luminous beings, but what flowed through the space was not the peace of faith, but the weight of a power that considered itself absolute.
Their footsteps created a faint echo in this silence, a sound that quickly got lost in the grandeur of the space.
The Grand Minister moved ahead, his posture straight and controlled, the Grand Knight beside him with an aura of authority that was palpable even without being fully released.
Behind them, Elisira and the three other knights, still carrying the effects of what they had seen in their gazes and their breaths.
No one spoke.
Even Kieran, who was always ready to react, had fallen into a heavy silence this time.
