The Nine

As Talon and the figure approached the temple that loomed behind the church, Talon couldn't help but be awestruck by its presence. 

The temple, crafted from an immaculate white material, stood like a sentinel of the unknown, its pristine facade bathed in the ethereal glow of the surrounding mist. 

Before them, stood a tall and wide staircase made from the same white material.

A grand bell tower rose from the hearth of the temple, its golden bell suspended in the air as if the fog was the one that held it in place.

Talon strained his eyes, unable to clearly discern the end of the staircase through the dense mist. 

However, a looming presence caught his attention—a colossal golden door. Such a monumental entrance seemed beyond his ability to open.

"Don't worry child." Said the figure as he squeezed Talon's shoulder again, and before he could think of the figure's actions, both of them found themselves before the golden door.