Sewers of the Outer City

Havenwright’s inner city.

Deep within the St. Peter’s Cathedral in a simply decorated room, the bishop's hands were held together and his eyes were closed as he prayed facing the frescoes on the wall. He seemed to have become a statue. His mouth was tightly shut with no sign of quivering.

Suddenly, a priest walked into the quiet room.

"The paladin, who was sent to protect Benjamin Lithur, the cross that was representing him has been broken. He is dead." he said to the bishop who was praying.

The bishop opened his eyes.

"Is this the deed of the Fallen one?" He spoke, but it did not have the intention of inquiring. "After sending us this kind of message, she still decided to deal her hand. Was she just diverting our attention? "

The priest froze, his expression showing some disagreement.

He was silent for a moment, but suddenly shook his head and said, "I am afraid she wasn’t trying to divert our attention, she and the people of the Academy of Silence do not see eye to eye."