Holy City, beneath an ancient Great Cathedral, in a spacious underground space.
As the headquarters of the Shepherds, an organization not long established but with ample funding that countless people sought to join for various reasons.
Bishop Jon was in his office, leafing through ancient tomes provided to him by his superiors.
He hoped to find the true inheritance left by the Holy City within these tomes.
Unfortunately, he had come up empty-handed during this time.
If not for the Holy Mark in the palm of his hand, which clearly told him everything was not a dream,
he might have believed he had lost touch with reality and mistook the angels in his dreams for truth.
Knock knock!
"Come in."
At the sound of knocking, Bishop Jon responded without lifting his head.
Instantly, the wooden door adorned with various runes slowly opened, and a priest dressed in a black robe with red line patterns walked in with a steadfast gaze.