It was absurd. Far beyond anything Clarence had ever imagined. Beyond reason itself. His mind couldn't even begin to grasp what he had just witnessed. His tongue felt numb, his hazel eyes wide and trembling as he lowered his gaze to the floor. Fear clawed at his chest, ice-cold and suffocating. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he stood frozen before the grand entrance of the main hall.
But one thing was certain.
Whatever he had seen in that brief, horrifying moment—
That presence did not belong to an ordinary human.
And it was the cause of the earthquake that had violently shaken the very foundations of the Holy Temple of Elarion.
Clarence forced himself to shift his gaze, his breath hitching when he spotted Pope Alderon and High Priest Sarah inside the main hall, both prostrating themselves on the floor in absolute reverence.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest. What in the world could make even those two bow so deeply?
