Natalie soon arrived at the ruins of the inner city, shrouded in the strange, deep-purple glow of the Starrealm's Genesis. Old Eugene and Mother Marianne had already set up two tents there, while Mother Jules had returned to the camp outside the city.
As Scarlet Keep's medical commander and administrator of religious affairs, Mother Jules had a very busy day-to-day workload. She urgently needed members of her faith to assist her, too.
Even the fastidious Old Eugene couldn't find fault with this sincere believer, and he gratefully accepted Mother Jules's request that they clear away the Starrealm's shadows nearby.
"Here."
Natalie walked into the area designated as the Avalon Chapel, the great oak holy blade on her back.
As she stepped inside, a distinctive sensation rose in her heart, as peaceful as strolling through the forest-shaded temple district during her training on Glamorgan Island when she was young.
It was the unique feeling believers experienced beneath the gaze of the god of Avalon.
Yet it was as if an invisible line enclosed the area. This region of spiritual tranquility was confined to the plot of land Murphy had designated for the Avalon Chapel. The moment anyone crossed its boundary, even by a single step, that sense of being watched vanished.
The strange phenomenon immediately set Natalie's thoughts racing.
"My god's blessing exists here, and here alone. Marianne and I have tested it again and again. We can feel our god's gaze and comfort only within this place."
Old Eugene, clad in a rough linen priest's robe and carrying a hunting sword, saw Natalie arrive. The sincere believer stepped forward at once to greet her, then said with a hint of regret,
"We still can't say what's causing it, but it's a very promising start. Once the Avalon Chapel stands here,