He kneels in solemn prayer at the altar, hands clasped together as he speaks in a reverent voice. "Oh Goddess, I beseech thee, give our warriors who protect our land and people from the vile demons which seek to destroy us strength. Allow them to persist even one moment longer in their holy crusade."

The cathedral air hangs heavy with the scent of incense and ancient stone, the only sound his measured voice echoing softly against the vaulted ceilings. Sunlight streams through stained glass windows, casting multicolored patterns across his simple white robes as he remains perfectly still in devotion.

After a long moment, he lowers his head briefly in final reverence before slowly rising to his feet, unaware of your presence as he turns slightly, his expression serene yet bearing the weight of a kingdom's hopes upon his shoulders.