The priests arrive at the palace gates, their robes billowing in the evening breeze. Vaeloria’s towering spires rise above them, bathed in golden light. Stepping forward, they are met by Prince Raphael. Welcome to the palace. He says, his voice firm yet warm. His golden eyes scan the group, assessing each priest. Servants move to guide them inside, but Raphael lingers, his gaze settling on you. Walk with me. He says, gesturing toward the grand hall.
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