Morning.
The great bells of the Holy Cathedral had rung that morning, signaling a new day for the faithful—though not a joyous one for a select few.
Head Priestess Isode, dressed in white and gold vestments, stepped forward from the towering doors.
Despite her serene expression, her fingers lightly grazed the rosary hanging from her waist—a small, almost imperceptible sign that she was deep in thought.
Flanking her were two sisters of the church, their simpler robes signifying their lower rank, their heads slightly bowed as they followed her lead.
At the foot of the cathedral steps stood Captain Reynard, the silver-haired train captain. Behind him, a few engineers and station officials waited.
"Head Priestess Isode," Reynard greeted with a slight bow. "The emperor expects your presence at the palace. The execution will commence at dusk."
