The Eternal Sanctum (Holy Knight Headquarters)

[Apollymi]

The Eternal Sanctum is the Headquarters of the Holy Knights as established by Jeanne d'Arc. Any knight who ascends from the lower world could potentially call this place their home. It is tucked into the entrance of the Cedar Mountain which itself is a place of great repute. It still holds a tinge of mystery and is connected to the previous world. The buildings and current design were the work of the Great Pharaoh Ozymandias, and the Pharaoh Nefertari. There are many expansive walk ways connecting several different observatories and towers which contain all the knights could need. It is concerned a central hub and is decorated both inside and out by golden and ivory back drops amid lush greenery. The lads are fertile and are often used to grow crops and share. The 'kingdom' as it is thought of, could easily run itself and live apart from everything but has a warm and jovial theme. When one ports directly to the Eternal Sanctum they show up on a lower platform at a central plaza which one could follow the main entrance up or take one of many divergent paths out into the greater lands or into the overlooking mountains.

[Bloodedge]

A bounded field manifested within the Eternal Sanctum's vicinity, though not at the structure itself. Six were meant to be present in this appearance. Ah, but there were seven. Charlemagne, the new King of the Eternal Sanctum as dictated by a recent connection with Jeanne d'Arc, brought with him a group of five... as well as a stolen horse currently being kept by Astolfo. "You already stole the horse. Why would you bring it to another country, on a completely different level of the world?!" Charlemagne asked, much to the pink-haired male's dismay. Astolfo would be found embracing the horse by its neck, holding on for dear life. "It's a good horse! Look, it even answered my whistle! It's mine now!" he argued.

With a sigh, Charlemagne removed his sword from its resting place. They were a brief walk away from the sanctum itself, so he considered this the perfect spot to leave behind all weapons. Considering the Holy Knights were likely on high alert, he didn't even expect to make it all the way. As such, Charlemagne sighed deeply. Ailen, who had no weapons to speak of, spent this time inspecting the flora already within sight. "Hmm. It seems I was right. Not only is the atmosphere different; it even has an immediately noticeable effect on ordinary plant life. This will certainly be worth further observation."

[Apollymi]

The group of three lasses and three men had appeared in a new place. There was a general look towards Charles before they'd all departed, and even the girls in the group agreed that this armor upgrade was cool. All three of the girls would soon enough be taking in the sights, each of them feeling and seeing something new for the first time. "Oh, mana density up here is fairly high," was Sakura's first observation. "Ah! This looks like a cool place actually like dwarven ruin spilling out of the mountains!" were the words of Yume who seemed to be quite surprised. At the same time it would be Anais de-equipping her sword to slide it into her magic bag while also having a look around. Of course, it was quite new but it probably wouldn't be needed for a little while yet, they were here to appear friendly after all. "Oh? I might like this place..." she mused. By her own feelings this land was quite nice, it also gave her a very calm feeling.

They probably looked like a strange group of tourists, aside from the fact that Astolfo had brought with him the horse he'd already stolen. Charles chose to question it and received a very Astolfo answer for his trouble. This of course, brought a bit of laughter to the rest of the group including Anais who could only try to deescalate the situation. "Charlie he did already have it. Arguing the point of it is just an unnecessary headache at this point," Anais stated honestly. But the words of her mentor and his immediate observations were things she'd listen to as it was something she needed to be part of in some ways. "Yes, it should be pretty interesting... this place feels really nice. And I've heard the individual islands up here vary a lot so we could see a lot of interesting things," she said. Though Anais didn't go out very often, friends of hers had seen a great deal of the world and she was technically happy to be taking her first steps towards the same kind of wandering.

[Bloodedge]

Interestingly, Charlemagne and Astolfo were the only members of this group to have prior experience in Finis Chaldea. Charlemagne had almost forgotten that detail until seeing and hearing the others' reactions. "Oh, right... I'm old as dirt," he griped. Oh well; they surely wouldn't have much time to enjoy the atmosphere. As such, it was best that they take time to appreciate it all while they could. As Anais claimed, there was nothing but headache to be found in arguing about Astolfo's stolen horse. "You're right. Astolfo, drop your..."

Why did Charlemagne hesitate? There was a simple reason. So soon after their arrival, there was a mighty weight applied to the area. Charlemagne knew the feeling quite well. What they were all being subjected to was the fury of a dragon, felt from all the way in the upper sanctum. "... weapons. Now," he finished. The Holy Knights knew their headquarters had been entered. The one called Siegfried especially had been made aware of their arrival, even sooner than Charlemagne anticipated. Soon enough, someone would be seeking them; of this he was sure. Who would it be? He didn't have a clue, but he doubted they would be anything resembling friendly.

[Apollymi]

Arguing with Astolfo wasn't something which should be done most of the time. He in general lacked logic and it was much easier to let him do whatever thing his heart desired as long as it wasn't actually hurting anyone. Moving on, Charles had a gripe about being old and Anais could only shrug. "Come on now he can't be that old..." mentioned Yume who seemed to have no idea about the ages of other people in this world. "Ages can go pretty far, I'm over 300 myself..." she mentioned to Yume who found it startling. "Shut up! You've been here 300 years plus?!" she seemed to be in disbelief but that would have to wait.

"Ooooh? Someone is furious. That's making my skin tingle..." she said about the rather sudden pressure. "Yeah... it is definitely doing that, I really don't want to meet the person giving off that sort of vibration," she murmured her ears were already twitching. If she'd been alone she likely would have gone, but she was a knight she couldn't just abandon ship. Oh well, they were already here, it was too late to turn back and regroup. Instead they'd be left unarmed and waiting, until of course someone started coming into view. A young woman with long purple hair dressed in white and red was carrying with her a giant almost papal staff but she seemed to be moving at a pretty casual pace.

As she approached a rather strange group of people would come into her vision, with only a couple of recognizable faces in the group. How strange, the absolute fury radiating off the man in their main compound made much more sense now, didn't it. "Oh? I don't know what I expected but I didn't expect this!" the woman seemed to be calm and collected but strangely excited. There was a gentle twitch in her unoccupied hand as if she truly wished to fight. Well, they'd been on high alert for a while. Jeanne had gone missing the previous day and now they were coordinating and trying to find her.

[Bloodedge]

Yume had been in this world for only a day, and thus didn't have any expectations of aging, so it seemed. To be surprised that Anais lived in this world for a few hundred years, she wasn't helping Charlemagne's thoughts about his own elder status. There were fossils younger than him. No matter. If he didn't keep focused, he and the others could become fossils themselves. The Holy Knights functioned as Finis Chaldea's enforcers most times, and the group could have only grown more vast and powerful in the last thousand years. Siegfried already seemed to be in a different league than what he recalled. At least that feeling wasn't getting closer just yet.

Ah, but there was one encroaching upon him. Would it be a familiar face? Yes. A purple-haired holy woman walked along, and Charlemagne stepped away from his sword. She was one of the more dangerous individuals to catch oneself in combat with. Perhaps she would be fair? Sadly, her aura said otherwise. How strange. Something about her visage currently was more familiar than Charlemagne expected, but that was of little importance. "Martha..." he said. Charlemagne would take the front, stepping out ahead of Martha and cutting off the most direct path toward the others. If she attacked unexpectedly, he'd be on the receiving end. "We're here to talk."

While Charlemagne went with the straightforward approach, Astolfo finally abandoned that horse. He was content to ignore everything else happening, all to creep his way around to Martha's rear. What was his purpose? Well, Martha was always too voluptuous a target to ignore, so he meant to throw himself against her backside and fill his hands with her sizeable breasts. "Martha my goddess! Goooood morning~!♥"