"Humanity is born into shadow, stumbling through the dark in search of meaning. Only those who hold the light in their hearts can truly see."
"You can still see the light. There is still a chance for redemption."
"Submit. Let the Holy Light of the Order wash over you and purge your sins."
Just as Raveth finished speaking, an elderly voice echoed from the depths of the cathedral. It was a voice of perfect equilibrium, carrying a holy resonance capable of banishing fear and malice.
"If submission would bring my family and friends back to life, I might consider it," Aina replied, her voice dripping with mock contemplation. "But the Holy Order already hanged them. The dead don't care much for repentance."
"Step aside, Ascetic. Don't ruin yourself for a dying cause."
Aina stepped forward. The wind whipped her cloak around her, sending her hair dancing wildly. Illuminated by the cathedral's glow, her stunning features didn't look demonic; she looked like a descent of the divine.
