Kalanfor, Church.
The holy beams of light illuminating countless tiny dust particles gently fell from the dome of the hall; the splendid stained glass windows, depicting the image of the Saint, refracted mottled brilliance in the air.
Holy, serene.
The Priest, dressed in a judge-like robe, stood on the altar.
His eyes were lowered, and his lips moved silently.
The golden Sun Sacred Emblem hanging from the crimson silk on his chest glimmered faintly in the sunlight.
"Sir, the negative energy within that merchant has dissipated."
Below the steps, a nun dressed equally solemnly reported softly.
The Priest slowly opened his eyes, his benevolent and kind face showing no sign of turmoil.
He gently lifted his head, and in his aged and serene pupils, the figure of the Lord he devoutly worshipped reflected off the stained glass window.
"Let him go."
The words, steady and without inflection, echoed softly in the vast hall.
"Yes."
