After twenty intense minutes of breathless, echoing cries and unbridled passion that left the stone walls slick with condensation, the inner sanctuary doors finally opened.
The three of them stepped out into the main living quarters completely and immaculately dressed. Ethan had specifically utilized the peak's finest textile artisans to custom-manufacture a set of brand-new, premium robes forged from the highest quality spiritual silk. The fabric was dyed in a striking, brilliant shade of crimson that seemed to absorb and radiate the morning light.
Emblazoned across the broad backs of these garments was a highly unique, intricate emblem: the stark silhouette of an iron cross with a massive, coiled serpent wrapped tightly around its vertical beam.
