I'd Say This Cathedral Is Nothing Special Either

In the end, Nora held herself back from speaking. On one hand, Nini was desperately gesturing at her from the side; on the other—

Nora wanted to see the Temple get put in its place too.

The Temple had abandoned her. It had abandoned White Crow's people. No matter how many reasons they had, there was still a fire burning in her heart.

Sacrificing oneself without regard for others was also a form of arrogance.

Since they had chosen arrogance, they ought to swallow its bitter consequences. Nothing could better expose the absurdity of their past choice than witnessing Castel's strength.

Nora nudged Gwen, signaling for her to step back, and settled into spectator mode.

Gwen too stared brightly toward the cathedral hall. She had spent a long time in the Northern Territory, encountered many Banshees, and had long since witnessed the grandeur of Calamity Prison Court. Though this was her first time entering the cathedral, the impact on her was far less severe.

Besides, if Gwen had truly become lost in the Sea of Unconsciousness, perhaps her outcome would not have been the same as these priests of the Silent Temple.

Kyle and the others, whom Nini had dragged over to clean, quickly withdrew. The hall of Castel Cathedral fell silent once more. Then, the Banshees praying at the front slowly rose.

Over a hundred Banshees straightened up and raised their heads in unison. Those already towering warriors of steel seemed to grow another measure taller. Their six armor-covered arms hung lightly at their sides, and their armor brushed against the weapons at their waists with the distinctive clink of metal.

Only then did the Buriers notice that the women carried neither blades nor other cold weapons, not even muskets, but unfamiliar weapons one after another.

Castel's formidable reputation