"What's happening over there?" a man whispered, leaning slightly toward his companion as he squinted down the crowded street. His tone carried curiosity but also a thread of nervousness.
The man beside him followed his gaze. Ahead, near the steps of the Klatonic Church, a crowd had gathered.. ten, maybe twenty knights in radiant silver and gold armor standing firmly on one side, while opposite them were dozens, no, hundreds of figures in black robes, the worshippers and believers of the Klatonic Church. The contrast was stark: light against shadow, polished steel against somber cloth.
And in the center of it all, tension brewed.
"As I said," growled the scar-faced man who seemed to lead the black-robed group, "no one except the followers and worshippers of the Klatonic Church are permitted past these gates. If you wish to enter, you must first prove your devotion." His tone was sharp, edged with hostility, his eyes locked firmly on the woman before him.
