Chapter 218: Chapter 125: Those Who Play with Holy Light Have Dirty Hearts

The sanctuary of the cathedral.

The domed ceiling was a huge rose window, painting the light and shadows in a riot of colors, creating a dizzying, dreamlike disarray that made one's thoughts seem weightless and surreal.

On the wall hung a life-sized white crucifix, upon which the colorful beams of light could never land, ever pure white and devoid of any superfluous color.

Mona stood at the center of the sanctuary, her feet upon the intricate and profound Holy Light Array. She bathed in an expanse of brilliance, feeling her spirit cleansed, the devil already departed from her.

Artley had found Archbishop Gunther, and the two stood outside the Holy Light Array. Artley handed Mona the chalice filled with holy water, encouraging her with a smile.

Archbishop Gunther appeared as a middle-aged man with a pale, beardless face, but in reality, he was older than Artley.