Bab 557: Arantius

The Cathedral of Fate dominated the city skyline, the transformation from the dilapidated ruin I remembered was nothing short of breathtaking. Its spires soared, gleaming softly in the starlight. The stained glass windows, now pristine and vibrant, displayed colorful depictions of Fate and her heroes. I even recognized Gathrin's imposing figure in one, his sword point driven into the ground, his hand resting on the cross guard.

The cathedral radiated a welcoming warmth that intensified as we drew closer. It was a beacon in the night, its radiance illuminating the inner city as though it were midday.

The main gates stood open, anticipating our arrival. Intricate tile mosaics shimmered beneath our feet, smooth as glass and colored in gold, silver, and white hues. The ceilings were patterned after the night sky, a myriad of shining stars illuminating the expansive hallways and rooms.