Draped in white garments, with a golden eye embroidered at the center, the envoys of the Church of Oracleus stepped into the palace.
Their presence instantly drew the attention of all those present, all eyes falling on them.
Something about their pristine attire and composed demeanor effortlessly drew the attention of everyone around. Looking at them, they felt almost 'holy'—as if they belonged to another world.
This was how I felt when staring at them but at the same time, something about them felt uncomfortable.
"Julien?"
Was it because of the vision I had just experienced?
...Because of the strange static feeling during the vision?
"Julien?"
Something about their current presence felt extremely unsettling. As though, their presence was the reason for why my vision had turned out the way it did.
'Wait, could it be...?'
And then, my eyes fell on a certain individual.
