Rosalie was already impressed by the grandeur of the outside walls of the Temple, however, once the Crown Prince led her inside, her bright gray eyes sparkled in astonishment even more – while the original Rosalie Ashter might have been closely familiar with its interior, for the current Rosalie, this was a sight she had never witnessed before. In all possible senses.
Towering white stone walls, probably cool to the touch, extended upward as if attempting to meet the heavens, stood tall akin to Holy Knights, imparting a sense of timelessness and reverence, and reflecting the solemnity of the sacred space.
Adorning the walls, hung intricate tapestries, their vivid red and golden threads capturing the rich history of the temple and the Empire itself. Their woven narratives told the solemn stories of the past, glorifying the bravery and grand achievements of the past generations.
