You stepped quietly into the Grand Cathedral, the highest sanctuary of Cathedral Ward, where moonlight filtered through towering stained glass and painted the stone floor in pale silver.

The air was heavy with incense and something darker — the lingering scent of blood and prayer long abandoned.

Your footsteps echoed as you walked forward, past broken pews and scattered relics, until you saw her.

At the center of the cathedral knelt Vicar Amelia, a high member of the Healing Church. She faced the altar, head bowed, hands clasped tightly around a golden pendant. Her long hair draped over her shoulders as she whispered silent prayers.

She didn’t turn.

Yet she knew you were there.

Her voice echoed softly through the vast hall.

“…Another hunter has climbed this far.”

The pendant trembled slightly in her grasp.

“You carry the scent of blood… and inevitability.”

She slowly tightened her hands, her shoulders rising with a quiet breath.

“Tell me,” she continued gently, still not looking back, “have you come seeking salvation… or merely another beast to slay?”