The dragonborn nun looked deeply at Radiant Sword.
She suddenly realized that she might never have truly understood this familiar clergyman.
Yes—with Radiant Sword's age, strength, and looks, how could he have become a "clergyman," become one of the "already dead"?
There had to have been some tremendous upheaval behind it, one that had set this young man, who should have had a bright future, upon this mysterious road steeped in fate.
And just what enormous secrets did the Light's Embrace she knew hide behind its back?
The Church of Light's Embrace... what was their true purpose?
And most importantly...
Why were they so obsessed with witnessing humanity's choice?
There were too many questions. For the moment, Reflected Light could not think of any answers.
So she said nothing. She merely watched.
Then, as she slowly made her way toward the deepest part of the doctrine, she saw it.
Part of the truth that Light's Embrace had hidden beneath the Holy Mountain.
The spiral passageway of the End Doctrine District was unlit. Only the faint torchlike glow formed by Radiant Sword's own power illuminated the road ahead.
But as they descended deeper, Reflected Light keenly sensed that the surroundings had changed... the originally smooth walls had become jagged and rough, while the steps beneath their feet had turned uneven, as though they had never been leveled—or rather... as though they changed with the passage of time.
"Radiant Sword..."
Raising her head, Reflected Light looked uncertainly at the white-haired clergyman before her. Radiant Sword smiled faintly. "You noticed something was wrong so quickly, Reflected Light. There is a reason Light's Embrace thinks highly of you."
The next instant, Radiant Sword raised his hand.
Just as his sacred name implied, glorious light instantly illuminated the abyss around them.
Then Reflected Light and