The next place Emery ventured to was the grand dome at the temple's center, a massive structure reminiscent of an arena, with thousands of seats encircling the area.
At the heart of the dome stood an enormous pillar that soared into the ceiling, its surface adorned with intricate sculptures and ancient runes. Even from a distance, Emery could feel the powerful aura radiating from the pillar, a testament to the divine energy concentrated within it.
Unlike the serene, quiet atmosphere of the temple, the dome buzzed with life. Thousands of magus and dozens of grand magus gathered, most bearing the emblems of the Nephilim families, their eyes fixed on the center of the arena.
The air was thick with anticipation as the crowd watched the priestesses, who stood before the pillar, chanting rhythmically. Their soft voices resonated with a hum of power that reverberated through the structure.
