@ignisrays when necessary. Hunting and silencing threats before they reach innocent lives. There are times when faith must carry a weapon simply to survive long enough to protect others.”
Her eyes returned to him steadily.
“..perhaps God fashioned me as both shelter and hound.”
@ignisrays The night air hung cold around the cathedral grounds as she made her customary rounds beneath the dim silver of the moon. Her footsteps were soundless against the stone pathways, dark robes stirring faintly in the wind while lanternlight flickered across iron gates —
@ignisrays enter them may seek peace without fear.” Her gaze drifted toward the worshippers farther within the cathedral. “And when peace cannot be preserved through prayer alone… I take up work beyond these walls.”
Her tone did not change.
“I have served as a mercenary for the Church —
@ignisrays sustained by desire alone.”
Only after speaking did she glance back toward him.
“Some things endure precisely because mankind chooses restraint.”
@ignisrays ahead, stained glass reflecting traces of moonlight across polished stone as she pushed one of the great doors open.
“I will show you the grounds.” Her tone remained composed, though cautious curiosity lingered beneath it now. “But understand this, Xathanael — faith is not —
@ignisrays carry an overwhelming presence, Xathanael. Yet you stand outside these grounds instead of forcing your way within.” Her voice lowered slightly, touched now with careful scrutiny rather than hostility. “That suggests you did not come here to destroy.”
Her posture remained —