The Cardinals exchanged a look, their expressions unreadable.
Next was Rosalyn.
The question posed to her seemed simple, yet was profoundly difficult: "What is sanctity?"
Rosalyn's gray-blue eyes gazed ethereally into the void. "Sanctity is the rejection of all worldly forms and the shedding of all colors of the self, until the soul is like the first snow in the Northern Lands—blank, cold, reflecting only the pure light of Oriane. Without joy or sorrow, without desire or want, only then can one become a vessel to receive Divine Grace."
Finally, it was Elizabeth's turn.
It was Saint Cyril himself who spoke.
His calm gaze rested upon her as he asked slowly, "Elizabeth, Princess of the Vilt Kingdom. You personally witnessed the battle of Blackstone Fortress, seeing both death and salvation. In your view, in the depths of despair, which is closer to God: unwavering faith, or actions born of compassion and responsibility?"
