Chapter 199
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-07-22 23:01:35

The night was cold and silent as Oliver, Mina, Korr, Felix, and Elari stepped through the shattered archway.

This place had once been the Cathedral of Six Choirs, a house of beauty, faith, and song.

Now, it was only ruin. Wind whispered through broken windows, stirring dead leaves and dust.

Moonlight spilled across the stone floor, where shattered glass from stained windows glimmered in eerie, sorrowful colors.

It was beautiful in a quiet, aching way. Like a lullaby no one sang anymore.

Oliver moved slowly, eyes scanning the ruin. The weight of this place pressed down on his chest, not just the chill of time, but something deeper. A sadness that clung to the air.

“This place feels like it’s remembering everything it lost,” Mina whispered. She hugged herself tightly.

“No doors,” Korr muttered, pointing toward the far end of the cathedral.

There, silhouetted in the frame of a broken rose window, stood a tall woman. Her back was to them. Her dress was white and flowing, like mist in th
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