A sanctuary suspended on the skyline—a temple cradled among the clouds.
Darkness from the ancient Black Rift reached this height still, but this temple, its divinity, couldn't be blocked. It absorbed the sunlight that was reflected by the moon, creating a wonderful scenery of gold strands of energy.
It swirled and poured in through the open roof.
So effective that every ivory column and gilded cornice was kissed by sunlight.
Moreover, the celestial plants wrapping around towering pillars exuded a pungent, sweet scent.
Akin to a constant perfume that kept the air fresh and serene.
Many knew about this heavenly temple, but a few had the privilege to see it first-hand.
It was the High Cathedral of Noracci—the heart of the Sun Ecclesia church.
Kneeling on a devotion pad, facing the sky was a woman—her hands folded delicately in prayer.
