The man was wrapped in tight armor, cold metal reflecting layers of candlelight, illuminating the sacred angels and the flaming sword blade etched upon it.
The Holy Hall Knight ascended the steps of the Celestial Kingdom, trying to lower his steps as much as possible, but the clatter of the armor was so clear, remarkably loud in this silent place.
Yet his arrival seemed to disturb no one as he continued forward, entering the sacred Saint Nalos Cathedral, where faith was omnipresent, though the man felt only anxiety and unease.
This cathedral was so vast, akin to stepping into another dead world; apart from the burning candles, there was nothing warm to be found.
The knight appeared puzzled, pausing in the hall for a long time, but he saw no one else, nothing living.
He no longer wished to wait, following the route etched in his memory, and before the Gate of the Celestial Kingdom, he saw the first person other than himself.
