Seven Hills, Saint Nalos Cathedral.
Fr. Anthony stood high above, looking down; even during the day, this City of Faith was still filled with candlelight, the sounds of pious prayers permeating like mist, enveloping it.
However, within this holy faith, there was a bit of an ironclad murderous intent.
The streets were empty, devoid of pedestrians, with only fully armed Holy Hall Knights patrolling. Most residents had been dispersed, leaving a few devout ones to continue their unfinished prayers.
The whole of Seven Hills was in complete lockdown; outsiders only saw it as a puzzling blockade, but Anthony knew well that it was essentially a state of war. Whether it was the new Order or the Holy Hall Knights, all forces were mobilized, moving toward and stationing at Seven Hills.
