A glowing teleportation array flared to life across the polished cobblestones. The Inquisitor, Melina, and Lonard materialized in the very center of the Holy Empire.
Towering spires of white marble pierced the clouds, while grand domes of pure gold reflected the midday sun. Statues of weeping saints and triumphant angels lined the sprawling plazas. Choirs of initiates chanted from the high balconies, their voices echoing over the bustling streets of the capital.
The sheer scale and architectural dominance of the city served as a showcase of the Church's overarching power.
Lonard adjusted the collar of his white robes and looked toward the towering central cathedral. "Should I accompany you to the Union chambers to corroborate your findings?"
The Inquisitor shook his head. "They will not believe your testimony regardless of what you say. The moment I mention Balzac actively interfered with the interrogation, the pontiffs will consider your perspective entirely compromised."
