Mid-May.
Skull Throne City, mural corridor.
The Holy Seat mural corridor, which had been silent for several years, welcomed travelers other than the Pope once more, but it was also its new master.
The marble road was stepped on by the barefoot Serafe.
Moonlight seeped through the thin blood mist, cascading onto Serafe's white robe, creating an effect akin to water ripples.
The former Holy Seat City shed its ecclesiastical sanctity, with the Gothic spire windows replaced by red-tinted sunshield glass, and the cross reversed.
After several years of renovation, Holy Seat City was renamed Skull Throne City, officially becoming Serafe's garrison in the Western Continent.
In the quiet corridor, Serafe walked barefoot on the pavement.
She did not speak, with each step silent, her pale face devoid of expression.
