The chaos within the temple continued to grow. The echo of footsteps, trembling murmurs, and sobs created a heavy atmosphere.
Seirion remained motionless, still invisible to human eyes. His senses were sharp, trying to understand every detail.
A group of priestesses burst in through one of the side doors. Some arrived half-dressed, as if they had rushed out after hearing the commotion; others still had their hair loose from having been resting. Shock painted their faces the moment they saw the body on the altar.
Among them was Lenna. Her skin lost its color immediately. She didn't scream or step back. But her eyes widened with a mix of fear and confusion that Seirion recognized instantly.
A villager who had been about to flee stared at Lenna. Her expression shifted in an instant, as if something significant had suddenly dawned on her, and then she pointed straight at her with a trembling, accusing finger.
