As the Lord of Winter and Contracts finished speaking.
The eerie blue divine light throughout the Divine Hall receded like a tide in an instant.
The frost covering the walls and floor also vanished into the air.
By the time Kairils raised his head again, the hall had returned to its original appearance.
The spectral figure of the deity who had appeared before him was gone as well.
Everything that had just happened seemed like a hallucination brought on by his utter exhaustion.
Kairils stood up.
He stepped back twice and bowed deeply to the magnificent divine statue at the center of the hall.
Then he turned and slowly withdrew from the hall.
Rumble!
The heavy doors of the Divine Hall slowly closed behind him, shutting out the raging snowstorm.
And in the enormous fireplace deep within the Divine Hall.
Warm orange-red flames continued to burn quietly in the hall, never going out.
He pushed open the doors of the Divine Hall.
The biting wind and snow outside instantly struck Kairils's pale face.
The Archbishop, the High Priest, and the two Knight Order Commanders had still not left.
They stood in the snowstorm, quietly waiting for the young knight who had just met with a deity.
When they saw Kairils emerge.
A gentle smile returned to the Archbishop's kindly face.
He did not ask what divine edict the deity had delivered, for that would have been deeply disrespectful.
He merely walked up to Kairils and gently brushed the snow off him:
"Kairils, go back and get some proper rest."
"The people from the Tailor Shop are already waiting for you. They'll work through the night to make the formal attire you'll need for tomorrow's celebration."
"You're Winterhold's hero. Tomorrow, the entire city will cheer for you."
Kairils's steps faltered