Uriel had just arrived outside the royal castle.
Warm wind brushed gently against his golden hair, causing several loose strands to sway softly through the air.
The long ribbons tied behind his blindfold fluttered alongside them, occasionally brushing against the back of his white robes as the breeze passed through the open road leading toward the palace gates.
The Saint stood quietly at the front of the group with his hands calmly folded before him.
Even without sight, his head tilted slightly toward the distant sounds ahead.
Around him, rows of Paladins stood in disciplined formation.
The steel covering their bodies reflected faint rays of sunlight, causing silver glints to appear across their armor whenever they moved.
Long capes stirred behind them while the symbols of the Holy Church engraved across their chestplates seemed to shine beneath the afternoon sun.
Ahead of them stood the enormous gates of the royal castle.
