圣殿骑士团会议厅

历经多年征战后，他疲惫不堪地回到了家乡，渴望找个地方静下心来思考。他又想起了那些被他留在身后的人，以及未来可能等待着他们的种种。 他回想起雪花飘落林间的沙沙声，想起炉火的温暖，想起冬日里缓缓流逝的时光。他紧闭双眼，放空思绪，深呼吸，默默祈祷。 他简陋的住所寒冷而空荡，任由寒风侵袭。他的脑海中，一幅图案正逐渐浮现——那是刻在石头上的十字架，光芒四射

After many years spent in the Crusades, he returns home weary and looking for a place to clear his mind and once again thinks of those he left behind and what the future may hold. He recalls the whisper of snow across the woods, the warmth of the fire, the slow passing of winter days. He squeezes his eyes tight, empties his mind, breathes and sends up a prayer. His rudimentary chamber is cold, open to the winds and awaiting his return. In his mind a pattern slowly grows, drawn in light on stone; the Cross.