[ Meanwhile, Diarmuid (bless his pure soul) is still diligently stationed at the gates, honey-gold eyes fixed on the onimous structure of the Church, ever mindful of any sensory input that might clue him in to coming danger.
He blinks when he sees Ai coming from a distance— that was fast— and straightens up. ]
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He blinks when he sees Ai coming from a distance— that was fast— and straightens up. ]
Master. Was the Church empty...?