The Bishop stood tall at the front of the chapel, his long white and silver robes flowing like liquid light as he stepped away from the pulpit and addressed the gathered aspirants directly.
"You all must be wondering why you were asked to stay behind." He smiled kindly at them. "Calm yourselves, aspirants. You have done nothing wrong."
A wave of relieved muttering swept through the gathered aspirants, Ren and Lilith watching quietly. His eyes swept the room, taking in the casual stance of the Chosen around them. It didn't seem like they were preparing to catch spies.
He still didn't drop his guard, focusing back on the Bishop.
"In fact, you should all be proud of yourselves." The man smiled proudly as if it was his own children who were assembled in front of him. "You stand right on the cusp of transformation. From the dust of the ordinary, you will rise into clarity. You will become Chosen."
