It's funny how rarely people look up. Many of those pilgrims are still here along with King Mason and his entourage, and none of them have glanced at the sky. Hiding above people works surprisingly well.
The pilgrims set up little, makeshift camps. Some sit around their fires, cooking and talking. They're probably talking about me, aren't they? Some of them seem to be praying toward my 'temple'.
I sighed internally. Of course it still embarrasses me. I bet they think I built that temple to make them worship me even more. And here they are, doing exactly that.
We left some amazons here to guard this place. I see them standing guard, armed and alert, especially around the 'temple'. I hope they've been sleeping inside the temple, at least. That is the purpose I intended for the building.
I guess the pilgrims convinced the amazons to let them inside. I saw a small group of pilgrims exit the temple with awed, reverent expressions, and another small group entered after them.
