The high priest stood at the altar, a look of sheer horror etched on his face. He raised his staff, summoning a protective barrier. "Goddess, shield me!"
Kaldarix's eyes gleamed coldly. "No barrier… created by some human that serves that treacherous dragon… can withstand my wrath," he said, the golden crest in his purple eyes glowing intensely.
Bringing his hands together, he summoned a gigantic spike of gold that erupted from the floor. It pierced the barrier and the high priest's chest in the blink of an eye. Time seemed to slow down as the barrier shattered like glass, fragments scattering in all directions, and the high priest coughed up blood, his lifeless body dangled from the spike, blood dripping onto the altar, staining it with blood.
"Your faith in that goddess of yours shall be your downfall," Kaldarix muttered, his voice echoing through the desecrated nave.
