Inside the Elysium, the sacred stronghold of the S.A.I.N.T. organization, a few different areas were carefully separated according to rank and purpose. Among them stood the grand place called Domus Angelica, a gleaming, opulent structure reserved for the Saintess herself.
White marble columns lined its facade, and sunlight spilled through tall stained-glass windows depicting ancient miracles. It was the second most spacious living quarter in the entire Elysium, surpassed only by the private residence of Alexander Behrenn.
Alinna paced the polished corridor, her footsteps sharp and uneven against the gleaming floor. Panic gnawed at her chest, each breath shallow.
The attacks had come one after another, fast and unseen, leaving not a single trace to follow. Whoever the enemy was, they moved like shadows, swift, uncatchable.
