Across the grand halls filled with this quiet chaos, through doorways marked with symbols allowing only the most trusted to pass, there was one particular room where very few were permitted to approach. Guards stood outside its entrance with expressions suggesting they would die before allowing unauthorized entry. The door itself was plain white stone, unremarkable save for the intensity of the Mana it radiated.
Inside this room, everything was minimal and pure.
White walls surrounded a space containing almost nothing. White light emanated from sources that had no visible origin. The air itself seemed purified beyond ordinary atmosphere, carrying scents of sacred herbs and blessed waters. At the center of this minimal space stood an elevated marble platform, its surface carved with healing inscriptions that pulsed with gentle radiance.
Upon that platform lay the body of the Saint of Stone.
