The brilliant sunlight cascaded upon the firmament like molten gold, coating the ancient and solemn gray-white city walls with a layer of colorful luster.
The intricately organized houses, almost all built of white bricks and adorned with exquisite sacred cross patterns, lined the bustling streets that seemingly stretched to the end of the horizon.
This is the Holy Capital, the capital of the Church Authority Country, and the true center of power of the Holy Royal Court.
The melodious chimes emanated from the Holy Tower within the city, as silver-armored Holy Hall Knights in pure white cloaks, alongside black-armored Judgement Knights in red cloaks, formed orderly and majestic ranks, emerging from within the Holy City, then lined up on either side, extending all the way to the end of the main avenue of the Holy City.
Civilians stood behind the knights, curiously peeking and whispering to one another:
