Chapter 438 – September 1st.
Step.
Everyone stopped whatever they were doing as Sophia Amaris stood on the doorstep of the Church, holding Isolde's hand.
Slowly, in perfect sync, whether they liked it or not, everyone rose from their chairs, their bodies all facing the door, all facing the two women.
Outside, the journalists and the people who had been waiting there since morning fell into a sudden, solemn silence, a silence so total and profound that not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Even the wind no longer howled as it used to, as if some god had gripped it and held it in perfect stillness.
And in that stillness, Isolde watched the man standing on the elevated altar, the High Priestess just beside him.
He stood tall, wearing a white suit with purple stripes. His hands were gloved in white, and his long hair had been styled, some strands curled behind his ears, others still falling softly over his face.
