Last month, I stumbled upon a vile conspiracy that threatened the very foundation of our sacred order. Whispers among the nuns hinted at treachery brewing beneath the convent walls, and my instincts demanded action.
My investigation led me to a secret chamber concealed behind the chapel’s alter—the lair of a traitor. There, cloaked in holy vestments, stood Brother Ambrose, the very embodiment of evil. He had been selling secrets to the enemies of the Faith, all the while preaching sermons of salvation.
Unsheathing my sword, I confronted him, and what followed was a bitter duel. As he fell before me, his final words chilled my bones: ‘You think the Devil fears the blade of a nun?’ Well, let him tremble now, for I have proven him wrong.
Our sacred mission requires eternal vigilance. We cannot afford complacency lest the serpent slither its way back into our midst. My resolve remains steadfast, for the Lord watches over those who guard His people, no matter how close the threat may seem.
>Soulkyn