His white cloak rustled at his back, and the buttons on his vest and cuffs glinted in the beams of light that shone through the openings in the high-walled chapel, metal reflecting the silver and white of the polished ruin-stone.
After creating the Body, raising it with Bone, and warming it with the Blood, the Seraph gave us the Breath, so that we may spread her word of a world untainted by death.
the whitish gray of ruin-stone-infused fabric that could deflect any blade, her war scythe, mace, and armor protruding from under it: her Sentinel Mantle.