The temple complex was even more impressive up close than from a distance. The golden-tiled roof gleamed in the afternoon sun, and the marble construction seemed to glow with an inner light. Intricate carvings covered every surface—depictions of divine battles, acts of creation, and scenes of worship that spoke to centuries of devotion and craftsmanship.
As their carriage arrived, they were met by the same man who had visited the villa that morning—Veltaris, the Head Priest they'd encountered before. His tattooed head bowed in greeting as they disembarked.
"Prince Milan, Prince Andrion, welcome to the Grand Temple," Veltaris said with practiced reverence. His eyes flickered to Jolthar and then to Elmesona with barely concealed curiosity. "And your honored guests as well. Please, follow me."
