"Come."
Father Francis turned, leading the way, and the newly bonded pairs followed him in excitement as they walked back to the chapel.
Their footsteps echoed softly as they walked through the corridor, the sixteen year olds staying uncharacteristically quiet.
There was an atmosphere of reverence and expectation, their gray robes swishing. They could sense the vibrations of the world around them, and it felt as if even the halls itself seemed to recognize them.
In a few minutes, they were at the chapel. Light streamed through the stained glass, sparkling around the room. The pews had been moved, leaving a large hall where every slight sound echoed.
The blood and bodies from the Bishop and the Chosens had been removed and cleaned, with no evidence of what had happened earlier in the day remaining.
The aspirants filed into the hall to gather a few paces away from the altar, silence descending upon them as the door was closed.
