Lara walked through the empty cloisters of St. Celeste long before sunrise, her dark novice robe brushing against the stone floor while the cold morning air bit her face.
She headed straight for the Main Chapel to find the third judge.
The heavy oak doors stood ajar so Lara stepped inside the sanctuary, letting the smell of stale incense fill her lungs.
Hundreds of candles burned on the main altar casting flickering orange light against the high vaulted ceiling.
Sister Nefeli knelt alone in the front pew wearing her pristine white robes with gold trim.
Her hands rested on the wooden backrest of the pew in front of her while she kept her head bowed in prayer.
Lara stopped walking halfway down the central aisle.
She did not activate her gift to read the Inquisitor because reading Nefeli yielded zero results.
She tried that trick during the first phase of the tournament and found a total void.
