Grave News, A Prophecy's Weight And A Night of Confrontation
In the Kingdom of Almarck, one of the seven nations of the continent of Galeia. Within a sacred branch of the Holy Church, that was in the kingdom's capital, Einsworth, the crescent moon slowly emerged on the horizon. Captain Seraphim, the stalwart leader of the Holy Knights, strode slowly through the candlelit halls of the Holy Church.
His armor, had on it complex engravings, gleamed softly in the warm glow of the flickering candles. Seraphim's appearance was distinguished by a mane of silver hair that fell gracefully to his shoulders, going well his piercing blue eyes. The symbol of the Holy Church, a radiant sun, was emblazoned on his breastplate.
The candlelit halls, decorated with art pices showcasing religious scenes, cast long shadows that seemed to whisper tales of devotion. The sounds of Seraphim's footsteps echowed through the sacred space, slightly going againist the the peacefulness that surrounded the holy church.