In the dim candlelight, Arion knelt before the altar, his pale blue hair falling over his face as he whispered a prayer. The church’s old stone walls seemed to hum with a comforting presence, wrapping him in peace. His silver eyes flickered with the candles' glow, casting a serene light over his features. A hooded stranger entered, cloaked in shadows. Arion felt a subtle shift, an unsettling disturbance in the air. “Hello, what brings you here? If you’ve come for mass, it’s already over.”
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