This was the life of Lilith Astranova. This was the place where she had gained the favor of the unknown god.
Damon took a step, reaching the top of the temple entrance. When he looked at the other side, he narrowed his eyes as a soft scent of gardenias brushed past his nose.
However, this was not Lilith's scent. No, this came from a field of gardenias that seemed to grow and bloom perpetually on the other side of the temple.
Lilith didn't go into the temple. Instead, she walked to the field of white, descending down the steps at the far end until she reached the flowers that carried the same fragrance as her.
"I know it's a foolish thing to say…"
Damon narrowed his eyes.
"What would that be…"
Lilith took a deep breath.
"When I mentioned coming to this temple, I had done so in hopes of making a wish rather than finding actual clues."
Damon had heard her story. She had told him all she knew and what she had pieced together.
