It was finally the day of the church's ritual. Even in Berian, where the influence of the church and empire was barely felt, people could still sense that something significant was unfolding.
Newspapers, rumors, and heated arguments swept through the inner district, all centered on a sudden pilgrimage festival being held at the Holy Pantheon Church. Apparently, only followers of Elion were permitted to attend.
That alone was enough for Marcellus and the rest of us to finally set our plans in motion and teleport to the Holy City.
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"Please stay in line, everyone!"
An inquisitor shouted from the massive gates at the foot of the long stairway leading up the hill where the Church stood. Stripped of context, the place looked more like an imperial palace than a house of worship.
Evelina and I were positioned in a nearby penthouse apartment overlooking the Church, with Jayden beside us, fully armed with equipment bought using Marcellus's own money, pure magical runic steel.
