Moving through the monastery's dim corridors, Kyle walked with Aleriana supporting him. He seemed already aware of where he needed to go.
His domain whispered to him, guiding him toward the place he vaguely recalled—underground, near a rock with a lotus on it.
"Where exactly do we need to go?" Aleriana asked, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
But she sensed nothing—no internal energy, no trace of anything that might hint toward the object Kyle sought. No artifact. Nothing.
"A lotus. We need to find a lotus," Kyle answered. The monastery was crumbling, overtaken by web-like grasses, just as the story described—a result of divine energy's absence.
He suspected the Holy Grail might not be in the same location as told. Perhaps things had changed.
Changed how? Maybe... maybe there wasn't a lotus on a rock at all.
"A lotus? Mialthara, pick up the pace!" Aleriana said at once. Urgency rang in her voice as she sprinted toward the faint sound of flowing water.
