A week passed.
Lucien went to Ironhaven's chapel to meet Clara.
The chapel here felt different from the main territory's chapel and Grand Confluence's central sanctuary.
The main territory's chapel felt like home.
Grand Confluence's chapel felt like a meeting point between civilizations.
Ironhaven's chapel felt like a hearth built against the end of winter.
Above the central altar, no statue stood.
Lucien had abolished that already.
That decision still gave him relief.
The people could revere the path, the shelter, the miracles, the church, the divine system, or whatever meaning they found in Lootwell.
They did not need to kneel before his face.
Especially when Clara was involved.
Still, as he entered the chapel, divine energy moved toward him.
Inside Lucien's Divine Energy Core, the Tree of Creation stirred. The fruits hanging from it glowed brighter.
Lucien's eyes narrowed slightly.
The fruits were growing well.
But not fast enough.
