Despite whispers of the Diligence family's decline, the sacred flame still held a remnant of its ancient power. It was said that, even in its weakened state, it responded to the prayers of family members who sought its guidance. Mulligan knelt before the flame, its dim purple light flickering as though acknowledging his presence.
The patriarch bowed his head, waiting for the flame to answer his silent plea.
The room was still, the air heavy with tension. Mulligan could feel the energy of the flame brushing against his mind, offering him the reassurance that he so desperately sought. He was on the verge of receiving an answer when a voice broke the silence, shattering the moment.
"Don't worry, brother. I have already asked. That slave girl, Nora, will be our salvation. Unfortunately, you will not be here to see it."