Ivita and the middle-aged priest came to the center of the temple, where a colossal statue carved from marble was placed.
When they arrived, a rite of initiation had just ended, and the participants were stepping out.
When the youth and his companions came out, they curiously glanced at Ivita a few times. Ivita felt a formidable threat from the pair, who although did not dabble in magic, gave him a sense of impending death.
Their strength must far surpass his own.
Ivita assessed.
But this was normal, given that they were in the Ancient World.
Ivita noticed that despite his prowess, the boy wearing rough hemp clothes showed signs of his left hand having been scalded.
A chill ran down Ivita's spine. From what he had observed so far, the Laxi Dreamer City in the Ancient World appeared to be a place where there was no wealth or status disparity, and where self-torture and self-restraint of desires were the norms.
