Jerusalem.0

Inside a Gothic castle…0

There was a very large library with bookshelves filling up over half its area. An altar had been built in the corner of the library.0

A row of candles, each as thick as an arm, were lit on either side of the room and the shadow of the altar – cast by the candlelight – fell upon the floor, swaying erratically. Placed on the altar was a long, wooden box with its lid wide open. There, resting on the velvet within the centre of the wooden box was a pair of pure white wings. 0

There were two rows of men, each kneeling on either side of the wooden box and they softly chanted a hymn. 0

Some of them wore medieval armour from the Middle Ages while the rest wore monk robes. But all had their foreheads pressed to the ground. They gave off a very pious look. 0

“Ulysses…”0

Two men in medieval armour were standing not far behind the two rows of men and they stood side by side as they observed the members who were devoutly praying. One of them turned his head and sighed softly. “Ulysses, it’s been half a year since Saint Gattuso died, but we still haven’t gotten a new saint…” 0

“The way I see it, there is no need for us to worry so much, Lucius.” Ulysses slowly shook his head. “To begin with, not everyone could receive Divine Revelation. Only the most...0