On Sunday, most people on Helrom Street carried the relaxed air of the weekend. Only the area in front of the solemn Nirvana Knight Order Temple remained as deserted and quiet as ever.
Soon, footsteps from the distance shattered the silence. Two figures, one man and one woman, quickly crossed the temple's front plaza.
Neither wore the distinctive attire of the Nirvana Knight Order Temple. The young man in a long coat had a calm expression, but kept his eyes fixed on the clock, while the woman beside him wore silver Skirt Armor and followed at a leisurely pace.
After confirming the time, the two quickened their steps in unspoken agreement, as though driven by something important.
Just as they were about to reach the entrance, the two dark-gray-armored knights guarding the door leveled their spears and blocked their path.
Lanchi did not slow down. He looked directly into the knight's eyes, engaging him in a silent exchange through their gazes.
Whether it was his air of absolute certainty or the fact that they had recognized the pair, the guard knights quickly reacted and let them pass, no longer obstructing the way of these two troublemakers.
The temple's spires and stone walls were cold and hard, but the halls inside were filled with bright light.
Deep within the Nirvana Knight Order Temple, behind that heavy Oak Door, lay a spacious Conference Room.
The ceiling soared overhead in a complex arched design, filling the entire space with solemn grandeur. Tall windows lined both side walls, their frames composed of heavy lead strips and handcrafted stained glass. When sunlight streamed through the exquisite panes, it cast mottled shadows across the room, as if time and history were intertwining within the hall.
At the center of the room stood a round table made