Clip! Clop!
The wagon lurched to a halt, its wheels grinding against the cobblestones.
Before them rose a magnificent structure of white marble veined with gold, its towering spires reaching toward the heavens.
At the altar's heart, a bright red-orange flame danced within a brazier carved in the likeness of a phoenix with outstretched wings, casting flickering shadows across the sacred ground.
The air itself seemed to hum with divine presence.
The wagon door creaked open, and a young man stepped down first.
He was draped in a black cloak that seemed to absorb the altar's golden light, its edges trimmed with crimson threading that caught the flame's glow like drops of blood.
Moments later, a soft hand reached for the edge, and a woman descended with the practiced grace of nobility
She wore a dark Crimson-red gown, layered in satin and trimmed with silver lace that curled around her sleeves like vines.
