The peaceful moment in the workshop shattered.
A deafening BOOM-BOOM echoed through the chamber, so powerful the metal floor vibrated under their feet. It wasn't a gentle knock, but a powerful demand. It hit the door with an unquestionable authority.
Jonah and Vanessa jumped, their heads snapping toward the entrance, their brief moment of triumph vanishing like smoke. Sylva, the gentle creature of peace, let out a soft, distressed sound, a low hum of fear. It took a half-step back, trying to hide its graceful form behind Jonah, its calming aura wavering for the first time
"Jonah, we have company!" Seraph's voice crackled through the intercom system again, sharp and urgent, stripped of all its usual calm. "The Holy Church. They're here in force, and they're demanding entry!"
