Kana's prolonged silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. High Priestess Lumine's soft sigh broke it, the sound carrying both patience and subtle insistence.
"…I suppose I should tell you more. The reason I cannot ask for help from just anyone… and why no random soul can enter the temple… is because the ancient structure we must purify was once a temple of fertility."
Lumine said, her tone lowering into something almost intimate. She folded her hands before her, eyes lingering on Kana as if gauging her every reaction.
Kana blinked, her fingers curling tightly around the hem of her clothes.
"It is… not a place where everyone would survive. But somehow, I have a feeling you would."
Lumine continued, her voice steady but hushed.
Kana froze. For one ridiculous, unbidden moment, her mind betrayed her—dragging her back to late nights and the questionable badly written erotica she might have stumbled upon before.
