Grand Altar

Day 13

(yaeh, I miss days 5-12 for now)

The world around her seemed to vibrate subtly. She glanced suspiciously at the monumental Harmony. In the green light cast by the novice nun, the alabaster goddess looked truly eerie, like a drowned mare emerging from the depths of a lake. The magic of the ancient cathedral swirled around her. Something had changed. The faceless Harmony remained unmoved, but the whispers grew louder. And Nightingale realized they weren't whispers at all.