The Stronghold

"Well...what do we do?" Sarah asked 35 and 49 as they slowly approached the church.

"Well...we should probably wait for Bright since you invited him," 35 sighs sitting on a log with the chainsaw as a small bug crawled onto it next to him. 49 finds interest in the local plants which has surprisingly varied heavily in terms of flowers and herbs, collecting them for research.

Sarah notes the graveyard next to the church, which towers above the trees. The church itself has a stone foundation, though built from logs, despite this showed no signs of rotting,was detailed, the lack of doors made it ominous yet inviting.The window  and door frames were written in a language similar to Latin, but she couldn't decipher it. One window had an odd eye shape, rather than images of god or any known religious figures, the second showed a group of shadowed figures, all from tainted glass. The one image in the third window was of a single angel, with long flowing hair, the whole angel was white significantly similar to the group of shadows.

The lack of detail was odd, how can a group worship an unknown saviour?

  Her chain of thought broke as a white cloaked figure flies from the bushes and into the church.The three immediately stood, prepared for a fight.A light shines from the church, they however heard no screams or anything just heavy breathing.Soon it stops, and the figure is much clearer to see. He appears winded, and has a bloody head wound, the only indication he's even a fraction human. He is about 6ft tall, wearing a long robe with golden highlights. The robes of a cultist,though they were prepared to fight, but nothing prepared them for actions of the cultist.

"I'm terribly late and for that I apologize," the figure bows.

'Why is he bowing?' Sarah thought, as the trio cautiously approached the cultist.

"I am to greet you an your council," he states standing straight once more. Sarah looks to the images.

"That's not me." Sarah states.

"You've yet to have taken your rise?" He questioned approaching the group.

"YOU KEEP YOUR DISTANCE!" 49 shouts, guarding Sarah.

Surprisingly he stops.

"I apologize member three," the cultist bows before walking backwards, keeping 10 meters from the group which has also ceased moving forward.

The conversation became lost to 35 as he read the Latin on the frames.

'Those who seek her light may enter, all others will surrender to the darkness,'

'Her loyal, her weapons in battle, Her council, her commanders,'

'Her Disbelievers, Dead, Her traitors set in stone,'

'With her grief, the light dimmed, the Her true light had become dim,'

'Her final loyal, her last stand, Her Vessel, her next torch, will light,'

'Her loyal will feel her return,'

'Her new vessel, form anew light anew council,'

"Do you see wings!?" 49 asked with a mixture of concern and aggression.

"Guys, he's not lying!" 35 yells.

"The writing says he will sense Sarah, the vessel of some godlike figure!"

49 himself examined the writing.

"That means... he's right, but that means..."

"IN THE CHURCH NOW!" 49 yells, Sarah and 35 at his heels.

It wasn't the fact that the foundation was around that scared him, but a simple fact, that they knew.

'She won't survive even a week as a D-class'