The temple was unusually quiet that morning, its serenity only broken by the faint ringing of distant bells and the soft murmurs of priests chanting their prayers.
The sun filtered gently through the tall windows, scattering pale gold light across the marble floors.
For a while, Kana allowed herself to breathe in the stillness, her sandals clicking softly against the polished tiles as she wandered through the long corridors.
Behind her, however, peace was the last thing that existed.
Lysera and Irielle followed closely, their steps perfectly in sync, their sharp gazes darting to every passing priest, servant, and shadow in the hall.
Their presence was heavy, protective to the point of suffocation. And if that wasn't enough, Evaya walked alongside Kana, her expression tight and growing more irritated with every passing moment.
