Chapter 110: Mortal Will
Hannah smiled, her heart warm. "Be careful. Don't let them get into too much trouble."
Mike saluted, and Hannah turned, following the cleric down a winding path, past a garden filled with white roses, past a small chapel where priests knelt in prayer.
The air smelled of incense, of fresh flowers, of old books. She could feel the magic here, soft, steady, ancient, lingering in the stone, in the air, in the very breath of the people who walked these halls.
Ren shifted on her shoulder, his tail flicking. Church magic smells weird.
Hannah laughed softly. "It's holy magic. Different from yours."
Ren huffed. Still weird.
They reached a set of large wooden doors, carved with scenes of saints and miracles, guarded by two tall holy knights. The cleric stepped forward, speaking in a low voice, and the knights nodded, stepping aside.
"His Holiness is waiting," the cleric said, opening the door for her. "Go in. Lady Hannah."
