The outside of the Shrine of Medusa was already a tell of how the inside would look; it was a sanctuary where the light just shone from above, veiling the plants, the flowers, the trees, and the small pools and fountains that neatly littered everywhere.
It was peaceful, perhaps the most peaceful place Rhys had ever been to. If he could just close his eyes and lie on the ground, he most definitely would. Unfortunately, with the current situation, it was no sanctuary at all. It was just…
…a chamber of noise.
"What do you mean it matters not!? Rhys Wilder, if this is the Rhys Wilder written in the book, then you just corrupted his flesh with your scales!"
"I didn't know beforehand!"
"Ah, of course. Classic sister — putting in cocks before knowing their names."
"H… High Priestess, language!"
"Shut up!"
