The Confrontation — A Clash of Ideals and Truth
Farella nodded. At her gesture, four white-armored guards stepped out from either side of the sanctuary, blades gleaming under the sacred light.
— "This is holy ground. You will die here."
Kraan unsheathed his sword and whispered:
— "Holy? Is this place sanctified by the blood of my family?"
The battle began. Once again, light and shadow collided.
His black armor spun like a blade itself, each movement calculated, cold, and inevitable —
each thrust pierced straight through a heart.
The guards fell one by one.
Only Farella remained.
She raised her hands in prayer — but it was too late.
Kraan approached.
— "Under the name of 'light,' you hid fear, violence, blood, and lies.
But tonight, your light dies."
Tears welled in Farella's eyes.
— "If you stand against us… then you are no different from a demon..."
Kraan stood still for a moment before replying:
— "Then let me be a demon. A demon for truth."
The sword moved again.
A sound like a throat being severed.
Blood. Silence.
. Deeper still — into Infinite Darkness.
The execution of Holy Farella, the Temple's chief prophet, sent shockwaves through society.
People were terrified. For the first time, the Temple gathered not with "pride," but with "pleading."
Airaa met him again:
— "You've begun to show them the Temple's true face.
Now comes the next step — the core of their power: the Secret Council."
Kraan didn't pause. He drew his blade with a swift hiss:
— "I will destroy everything. Then we'll see what remains."
"The Sacred Assembly" — The Council of Light and Kings
"Their prayers became light…
Their fear became swords…"
At the heart of the Holy City, within the stone walls of the ancient "Sanctum of Radiance,"
a gathering was underway — the most crucial assembly in a hundred years.
Seven sacred candles, suspended from the high ceiling, burned into the late night,
illuminating envoys from kingdoms bound in blood and oath to the Church of Light.
A ceremonial trumpet sounded.
The doors of the White Temple creaked open, and one by one, the dignitaries entered in silence,
their footsteps echoing into the chamber of fate.