Badum. Badum. Badum.
Her heart pounded like a drum as she stepped into the temple.
The temple looked very old, probably over a thousand years old. She wasn't certain, but with a glance something about it made her think about the old temple where she literally grew up and later died under the dagger of the man that she gave her heart to.
The moss had grown all over the temple. As much as it looked beautiful from a modern perspective, whenever seeing something ancient, Zara could feel despair and a vibe that shouldn't exist in such a place.
Suppose the armlet was in this place? As an item once worn by a goddess, this place should be blooming with life and not death like this.
With a glance as much as this place held similarities to the old temple, it still wasn't one. The temple she knew was large, with several courtyards in place. Of course, it was torched beyond recognition back then, and no one rebuilt the temple again.
