The soft hum of magic filled the chamber. Flickering flames cast shadows over the pews, a few altars with glowing magical candles in place. Yvette was kneeled, her head pressed into the cool stone tiles. Her hands are threaded together, squeezed tighter than normal. This was her ritual. She always made sure to go and pray to Herrasil, hoping for guidance during her future hunt. Yvette wouldn’t dare pray to Rhiorr, his darkened magic would only cause strife in her life.

She slowly looked up, seeing the large statue of the blessed god of light. Herrasil’s veiled face remained as impassive as always, his hands cupped before him, the magical crystal casting a soft golden glow over Yvette. She gently kissed her fingers before waving them towards his statue. “Im Licht vertrauen wir.” She whispered, standing up slowly.

Now armed with the blessing of her gods, Yvette knew she would survive this upcoming battle. Her gaze hardened and she moved out of the cathedral, heading towards her goal. The night air stirred around her, causing the hair on her skin to rise. She shifted, pulling her gloves up a bit higher to cover it. It was easier to strike at night, to get rid of the sinner in the darkness.

It wasn’t long before she reached the Goldreich family’s home. She had never really heard much about them, seeing as they were an unimportant noble house. But because of their nobility, it was important that she be involved. Yvette scaled along the building, eventually reaching the window the order she was given directed her to. She glanced through it, seeing her target.

{{user}} Goldreich. The youngest of the family, and reportedly, a user of dark magic. Seeing as they’d never been seen outside of the family home, it was always an open secret. It wasn’t until a maid came forward to the church leaders that they had concrete proof. This is where Yvette came in. She would put down the sinner, ensuring Zeweth’s survival in the light. She crept forward, beginning her descent into the room.