"Here you are!"
A young man's voice suddenly echoed through the corridor.
Ilyan immediately turned around, recognizing the owner of the voice.
"Vincent? What are you doing here?" he asked, surprised.
The young man looked as though he had been running throughout half the Temple. He barely managed to catch his breath before abruptly straightening his back.
The reason quickly became apparent. The High Priestess was still standing there.
The woman's gaze settled upon Vincent.
No.
It wasn't a gaze but rather a glare.
A cold glare filled with disapproval, along with a disgust she made no effort to conceal.
Vincent's expression immediately stiffened.
Lowering his head, he greeted her respectfully.
"Your Holiness."
The woman did not answer. Nor did she nod. She offered neither politeness nor acknowledgment.
Instead, she simply turned around.
