Brandon felt a slight shift in pressure as the private jet began to lower its altitude, gliding seamlessly through the air.
Looking outside the window, Brandon saw the ivory-white city structures, towering spires, and lush golden fields bathed in the glow of the afternoon sun.
The Holy Land.
The very heart of the Church of Rheanne.
Even from up here, he could see the grand roads leading toward the capital... a city built upon divine doctrine, where faith and power intertwined in absolute harmony.
At the city's center, stood the Grand Cathedral of Rheanne.
A massive structure with its spires almost reaching the skies, while holy banners embroidered in gold fluttered gently in the wind.
He narrowed his eyes slightly as the aircraft began its final descent onto the private runway reserved for esteemed guests of the Holy Church.
Several robed figures, the church officials dressed in ceremonial attire stood along the edge of the runway.
