A lot of officials of the Creation church had been to the holy cathedral in Edenhold. It was seen as a thing of joy when they leave their own homes to go on such a pilgrimage.
Many have visited as many as ten times, but very few had ever been to the cold halls that were beneath the cathedral.
This was a place where few entered and fewer came out. A place where even the light of the day dared not touch. And that was currently where the Pope was.
His footsteps echoed softly along the narrow corridor as he descended deeper into the earth, his white robes trailing behind him like the shroud of a ghost.
Two elite Chosen followed behind him, their expressions grim, and the golden embroidery on their cloaks glinting faintly in the torchlight.
A minute later, they stopped before a thick door that was literally vibrating, a soft humming sound filling the air. This was one of the most protected places in the whole kingdom of Elnoria.
