After a long silence, the Pope waved his hand, issuing a single, clear directive that echoed not with the force of a command, but with the gentle weight of a sunrise. "Go."
The young paladin, Aurelia, pressed a golden-gauntleted fist to her heart, her posture a perfect image of devotion and duty. "Your Holiness, what shall be the nature of our contact? A formal diplomatic envoy? A request for an alliance?"
