Golden rays fell gently upon the woman who knelt before the statue, her hands clasped tightly in prayer.
A soft, warm light spread from her body, wrapping the hall in a glow that felt like comfort and healing. Around her, people knelt on the floor, whispering in soft whispers as they prayed together.
The sacred air made the place feel far removed from the outside world, yet tension clung to every corner.
After a long silence, the woman opened her eyes. Seraphina, the Saintess, looked solemn, and her lips pressed into a thin line. She spoke softly, but her words carried weight. "Things aren't looking good."
One of the priests, standing closest to her, immediately leaned forward, worried in his eyes. "Saintess, what is it? Your expression does not look good."
Seraphina's gaze shifted slightly, her expression turned heavy and unnatural. "Things ahead are not looking good."
Another priest, his voice trembling, asked carefully, "Was there a revelation?"
