"The Church thanks you, Lady Seraphina. Sir Xavier. You have not only preserved the offerings of the Goddess, but reminded all here that shadows cannot prevail where the Moon's light shines."
Seraphina inclined her head, her tone calm but regal. "The honor was mine. Yet know this, Lady Lucy—the Syndicate will not stop here. Guard your halls well. They will test your strength again, and not always when you expect it."
Lucy's expression did not falter, though her fingers tightened slightly on the staff she carried. "Then we shall be ready. The nuns of the Moon will not sit idle. We will raise our voices in prayer, our hands in defense, and our hearts in vigilance. The faithful will learn that the Church is not prey for wolves."
Her words rippled through the gathered crowd, and some even lifted their heads with renewed courage.
Xavier watched quietly, his smirk faint but approving. Not bad. She knows how to rally them without boasting.
