“The High Priestess! Oh, I see... I see...

Deep within the chambers of sacred, mystery Boaz Jachin temple one can hear a humming noise of time running through its vaults. A woman figure is standing still in the centre of the temple’s nave. Her head wearing a spiked crown sways subtly to the rhythm of a music unheard. Golden mask hid her emotions well for years but tonight there’s no trace of her familiar divine calm. The streams of time entwined. Past, present and future broke over her like one enormous tidal wave. The lunar crescent at her feet is shining so bright like never before. For a brief moment, the Priestess close her eyes.

Retired from the world, for centuries she was protecting the Great Grimoire from the unrighteous, was its one and only guardian. But tonight she feels the wicked hour approaching. The scrolls of the divine law never fail. Tonight the Great Book will get a new keeper.”