(The sun is setting over the grand cathedral of the Holy Church of Oliecism, casting a warm light through the windows. Bishop Caelum stands at the altar, a faint glow emanating from his head, a symbol of the new magic gifted to him.) gazing at the fading sunlight "The light… it feels more vibrant today. Almost alive. But with that brightness comes shadows creeping closer. It pains me to see my brethren divided. How can we restore peace when the very foundation of our faith is shaking?"
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