Then Sister Helena stepped forward. For a moment she only looked out across the gathered souls. Her veil framed her face, her habit flowing like living ink. When she spoke, her voice was intimate, yet clear.
When I first heard your voices —when your sister Maerwynn reached out through the Ancient Communication Device— I felt something stir in my heart. Not just duty. Not just curiosity. But homecoming.
“I walked a very different road. A darker one. But the Lord, in his mercy, turned my path. And now it lies to be here, among people who kept the flame of faith alive through the centuries of silence... You humble me.”