[Alvar's POV —Divine Temple—A Week Before at Capital City]
The temple's silence was heavy, almost reverent, broken only by the soft echo of my boots against polished marble. I had come here seeking answers—answers about Elowen, the saintess-in-candidate whose presence stirred far more questions than it calmed.
A priest appeared before me, tall and serene, hands folded. His eyes, sharp yet calm, studied me with an intensity that made my back straighten instinctively.
"Did you say you wished to know about Elowen?" His voice was soft, almost melodic, yet carried the weight of authority.
I inclined my head, tone clipped. "Yes."
He hummed, a sound of contemplation, then asked, "She was among the strongest candidates for the next saintess, yes?"
I nodded, not wanting to reveal more than necessary. "Indeed. Since your temple is responsible for selecting candidates, I thought it best to consult someone who knows her better than anyone."
