Once everything was discussed and set in order—and with the Legacy World's opening still a few months away—the Holy Mother dismissed the paladins with a gentle gesture, assuring them that proper arrangements would be made in due time.
The twelve Divine Paladins bowed deeply once more before turning to leave, with their white-gold armor chiming softly as they exited the sanctum. The massive doors closed behind them with a muted thud, sealing the cathedral's main chapel in silence.
Only then did the Holy Mother's calm, gentle, maternal smile fade away.
What replaced it was just a plain, composed expression, devoid of warmth. This sight would have shocked most people to no end. The Holy Mother was known to always be smiling radiantly, making her image nothing short than that of a saint.
To Solara, however, this was nothing unusual. She had seen this face countless times. Pretending to be who you are not must be exhausting.
Solara had had this exact thought multiple times.
