Fis Palace,
As King Morton finished speaking, Taya stood before the aged old king, slightly lowering her head.
At this moment, the witness from the Dawn Church also approached the old king.
Dawn Church Bishop, [Holy Light] Morris!
At this moment, Morris no longer appeared as the ordinary old man he once was; he seemed to transcend the mortal world, becoming a true saint. His presence made everything around appear insignificant, yet irresistibly drew people near, seeking solace and guidance from the God of Dawn.
He wore a flawless white robe, with delicate patterns glimmering softly in the light, akin to dewdrops sliding off a leaf at dawn. In his hand was a golden Holy Scripture, the cover inlaid with intricate and beautiful patterns, each stroke seeming to embody the warm glow of dawn.
Golden light faintly emerged from the Holy Scripture, complementing the hazy holy light surrounding the bishop, casting a divine hue over the entire palace.
