"Honored Saint John, I was an Angel Disciple of the Cathedral, 52nd generation."

At this moment, Rosemary had not noticed Andrew's arrival at all. Or rather, she was far too focused. She knelt at the center of the altar, praying toward the statue at the far end.

"Please, Saint John, grant me the power to purge darkness. I swear, in the name of the Ivory Seraph, eternal loyalty to the Cathedral and to the God of Light. I swear to labor without complaint, forever spreading my Lord's faith."

Rosemary spoke each line of her prayer with extreme devotion. Afterward, she drew a dagger and slit her wrist, letting blood drip onto the formation before her.

The formation hummed and immediately lit up.

At the same time, an indescribable force began gathering toward the statue at the far end of the altar.

Seeing this, Rosemary became wildly excited. Her face twisted with fanaticism, greed, and barely restrained impatience. She remained completely unaware of Andrew standing behind her.

Andrew