[Temple of Lord Urzan — Hidden Sanctum — Afternoon]
The great bronze doors of the Temple of Lord Urzan groaned open; a deep, resonant sound echoed through the sacred halls. Every priest immediately lowered themselves onto one knee.
"We greet the Malik of Zahryssar."
Zeramet did not stop. "Remain at your duties."
His voice echoed beneath the towering stone dome as he walked past the endless rows of burning oil lamps. The scent of incense lingered heavily in the air. Massive pillars carved with ancient serpents disappeared into the darkness above.
Every wall bore the history of Zahryssar, every prayer, every Malik, and every sacrifice, yet today... Zeramet looked at none of it because today his destination lay much deeper. His footsteps echoed across the sacred stone as he passed beneath the colossal statue of Lord Urzan.
The god towered over the temple.
