To Each Their Own

"Domo-kasa-lamo, domo-kasa-lamo…"

In a basement beneath the Lancaster Brilliant White Church, a group of man wearing white cleric cassocks were sitting around the circle of a sacred art while chanting cryptic incantations.

And at the center was a white gem the size of a pigeon's egg.

Moments later, a dazzling white light shone over the circle with the gem slowly melting—it then vanished into thin air.

In its place, several figures were slowly materializing: backup sent from Yinstein, the Holy City.

Despite being the captain of an imperial military detachment, Monan had a better nose for politics then the other knights. Still, he couldn't be sure that his theory was correct in spite of his knowledge and experiences, since he couldn't leap out of the frame to look at the big picture.