Ray followed the young knight to the room, which was for the higher-ups of the knighthood.
It was a simple room, with a single bed and a small table with a chair. There was a window from where he could see the moon, and that was about it.
A few wooden decorations that didn't interest him were scattered around, making the room feel more like a cell than a guest room.
"Sir, I'll send someone with food," the young knight said before leaving Ray alone in the room.
Once the door was closed, Ray walked to the window and looked at the moon, feeling a warmth spreading over him.
He felt a surge of raw, untamed power, but it was quickly suppressed by his Holy Heart.
The warmth from his holy aura was a constant presence, a gentle suppression that held the darkness at bay.
He thought of the people who had burned the innocent woman, calling her a witch.
