The scene shifted across oceans to America, near Valoria, inside the towering Cathedral of the Holy Convergence Church.
The cathedral was vast and solemn—high vaulted ceilings of dark stone, rows of flickering candles casting long shadows across marble floors, and stained-glass windows glowing faintly with twilight colors. Nuns in pale gray habits moved silently between pews, heads bowed in prayer.
Then the heavy oak doors creaked open.
A girl stepped inside alone.
She was striking, almost otherworldly in the dim light. Tall and statuesque, with pale skin. Her long, straight black hair fell like a midnight curtain past her waist, framing a face of sharp beauty—high cheekbones, full lips painted deep crimson, and large, luminous dark eyes that carried an unsettling calm.
She wore a form-fitting black bodysuit of sleek, glossy material that clung to her curves like a second skin, accentuating her hourglass figure and deep cleavage.
