Sena twitched. Oh... no... no, it couldn't be...

She ran into the abandoned cloister of trials, her katana drawn. The gasps of the priests behind her, former protectors of the sacred ground, resounded down the halls as she pushed through. Fiends were here. Not that they mattered. She had to to reach the interior, to reach the Fayth. She just prayed her premonition wasn't true.