"The hour doth arrive at last..."
The soft murmur echoed through the vast cathedral like a prayer carried on sacred winds.
Golden hair caught the filtered light streaming through stained glass windows as she moved with graceful purpose between towering marble statues.
Each deity stood in silent majesty, their carved faces bearing expressions of wisdom, power, and divine judgment that had watched over countless souls throughout the ages.
But her steps slowed as she approached one particular statue.
"..."
But unlike the others that gleamed with polished perfection, this one was different…
It was broken and headless.
Time had worn away its divine radiance, leaving behind weathered stone that spoke of forgotten glory.
Yet in the statue's arms rested an ornate staff embedded with gems that still pulsed faintly with holy power.
