The sound of hurried steps echoed at the Illusive Ethereal Sanctuary, in a place that there wasn't anyone but a man. He suddenly stopped before the huge entrance gate and knelt down.
"Goddess, your servant is here." The Sanctuary Master said while he maintained that reverential stance.
The purple mist left through the gates of the main sanctuary, forming the specter of a woman. She was totally made out of that illusive purple haze. After she finished forming, the sanctuary master finally decided to look towards her ethereal face. While he looked, there was an admiring glint inside his eyes, as if he had been bewitched by her.
Actually, the Sanctuary Master was fascinated with his goddess and revered her over anything else. She was his world and sun, an unreachable star right up in the skies. Part of the motive he was so linear and focused with the sect rules, was because he was entranced by everything she had created, be it for the good or for the bad.
