Jerrick's hold on her hand tightened as they walked closer. Jessamyn's heart clenched at the sight of the lined-up coffins of young girls under the marble stairs of the Divine Judiciary Council, right beneath the imposing statue of Goddess Levana.
The gracious goddess, depicted with serene compassion, seemed to look down upon the young girls who had been cruelly taken before their time. The laments of their grieving mothers echoed through the square, heart-wrenching and piercing.
Apparently, the dead bodies of those missing young girls were found in the Great Green Forest by some members of the merchants guild last night.
On the platform above the stairs sat Archon Erlan, the right-hand Archon of The Primarch—the head of the church. He was the same Archon who had applauded the loss of her titles, deeming her an ill omen from birth.
