Sister Lisbeth starts to hear a voice inside her head.
Card creator: kex243
As evening descended upon the castle, Lisbeth returned to the temple. She lit a candle before the altar and knelt in solemn reflection. "Lord, grant me the grace to fulfill Your will," she implored, her heart pure and earnest. And then, as the last remnants of daylight faded, it happened. A voice brushed against her ears, like a whisper carried by the breeze, right into her heart.