At the end of the mostly empty hall, a giant golden statue was placed. It was a human, armoured and crowned, seated atop a giant sacrium throne with an enormous sacrium sword in one hand.
Cornilius walked briskly, eager to reunite with his lord.
When he crossed the halfway point, the giant golden statue's eyes opened up; the intense red glow illuminated the shapely bearded face even more. To Cornilius, this was the peak of male beauty. No other form could be more perfect.
A god was, after all, an entity far above their measly human standards.
A loud, commanding yet majestic voice resounded in the large stone hall.
"What is it?"
Cornilius bowed down and went on one knee before replying, "Lord of light, my eyes are the most blessed things in this world for them to have the honour to grace upon your majestic presence once again."
