Freemasonry Church, Justice Cathedral.
The grand dome towered high, and the light filtered through the stained glass cast a mottled and solemn shadow in the air. Deep within the spacious, empty hall, in front of the altar, Leonard sat cross-legged in a plain white bishop's robe.
His eyes were slightly closed, his posture dignified, as if immersed in devout prayer. However, if a high-level wizard proficient in spiritual power were present, they would sense that it was not pure divine resonance, but a cleverly disguised spiritual meditation method.
Strands of invisible power of faith, mingled with pure spiritual energy, flowed slowly within him along a special cycle modified by Erodion, blending ancient rune paths. This was both a means of drawing power and a daily reinforcement and display of the church's core doctrines.
"Da da da——!"
A sudden and urgent sound of footsteps shattered the absolute silence of the cathedral, echoing clearly between the marble floor and columns.
