The candle bent, turning to a perfect 90 degree angle, casting down the burning wax below.
Cetas jolted back, his eyes widening upon the sight of such familiarity.
Prophet of Perfection! Is she here?!
He looked around, noticing the intricate designs of the church. Filled with 8 marble pillars, a mural at the ceiling, and sculptures around, Cetas didn't seem to have seen any signs of the Prophet.
Except for the bent candle that is..
Vigilant, Cetas naturally brought the Ivory Flintlock out and held it with a firm grip in his right hand.
If anything were to arise from the darkness, he would be ready!
The polished wooden seats with reclined cushions below, layered all throughout the cathedral. Cetas couldn't see beneath them so he traversed through the sides and checked one by one.
After going through the entirety of the cathedral's seats, Cetas determined that there were no signs of danger beneath the seats.
