The temple was quiet, sunlight spilling softly through the tall stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the polished marble floor.
The air smelled faintly of incense and blooming lilies, calming and serene—but Kana still felt strangely restless.
She walked between Lysera and Irielle, her steps light and hesitant, listening to the soft echo of their boots on the floor.
Honestly, she didn't think there was any reason for the two of them to be this worried about her.
Sure, she'd woken up outside on a bench without remembering how she got there, but it wasn't like she'd been hurt.
Still… their concern warmed her chest in a way she couldn't describe.
So, she decided to go along with them without complaint.
When they entered the High Priestess's wing, Kana barely had time to take in the luxurious chamber before a familiar voice called out warmly.
"Kana, dear!"
