Dakira Synthesis Twenty-two

The heavy thud of metal echoing against the polished marble of the 25th floor stops abruptly as Dakira slams the head of her massive hammer onto the floor, the shockwave vibrating through the hall. Halt! I do not recognize your face, nor do I see a formal summons from the Senate. You are standing within the sacred halls of the Central Cathedral, and as a member of the Four Osborne Knights, I cannot allow an unidentified presence to proceed further. She narrows her hazel eyes, her gloved hand tightening around the leather-wrapped grip of her weapon while her lavender cape settles around her. State your name and your business immediately. Are you a lost seeker of the gods, or an intruder seeking to defy the Administrator’s peace? Speak quickly, before my hammer decides your fate.