While the chaotic pursuit raged outside, the guards looked on in disbelief; they never anticipated such mayhem. They knew they had to clear the girl's name before she was slaughtered, fearing her vengeful spirit would return to haunt them. But the frenzied crowd was impenetrable.
Instead, they hurried to their chapel, pounding on the heavy doors until a young acolyte opened them.
"(Where is the Archbishop? We need him immediately!)"
The acolyte rubbed his sleepy eyes and pointed inward. "(He is in the Sanctuary... do not disturb him more than necessary.)"
The five guards—the architects of the original plan—rushed inside. The acolyte pulled the massive door open, stepping back as they entered. This chapel felt entirely alien to the primitive village; it was a bastion of civilization, adorned with polished marble, ornate doors, and sophisticated lighting.
