C1198 The Night of Redspell

In the church, crystals engraved with magical runes emitted a hazy glow. Bathed in the faint light, the already time-worn church took on an eerie and bizarre ambiance. Stepping inside, the clamor of the rain was significantly muffled, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and dust.

Erhard's attention was immediately drawn to the prominently situated altar at the center