This morning was a morning like any other. A perpetual storm was raging, thunder was rumbling, the hurricane was raging and the heavy rain was pouring down like a waterfall on Spirith City, the soon-to-be capital of the Eltarian people.
From the top of Eltar's temple, an emaciated priest with a sharp hawk-like gaze and a templar woman with an equally icy aura were conversing mysteriously as they stood watching the sky. Their wrinkled foreheads and dark circles betrayed just how burdened with worry these two important figures were.
"The gods are angry." The female templar sighed for the umpteenth time in the past few months.
The high priest nodded absentmindedly without taking his eyes off the dark rolling clouds.
"You wanted to see me, Lodi?" The man in the toga finally asked after many minutes.
The templar woman snapped to attention, placing her right fist over her heart briskly, causing her bronze armor to rattle.
