The Sanctuary of the Holy Light stood in silent grandeur, its spires piercing the heavens like arrows of faith. Aurelia Delensar knelt before the effigy of the Holy Light, her golden hair cascading like a river of sunlight over her shoulders. She wore a simple white robe, a crown of fresh willow leaves resting delicately upon her head. The morning light bathed her porcelain skin, giving her the ethereal appearance of an angel touched by divinity.
Before her lay a book of hymns, open to the fifth page.
“Holy Light, grant me the grace to praise Your name…”
Aurelia’s voice was soft, yet it carried a quiet strength. Today marked her fifth day in the sanctuary, and she had grown fond of its tranquil atmosphere. Once she finished her prayers, she planned to meet with Daniel, the Saint of Forg
