The High Priest, following the instructions given to him, stepped out of the Temple with Damon. His face was pale, beads of sweat forming at his temple despite the brisk morning air. Beside him, Damon's calm yet imposing presence lent a measure of credibility to their appearance. Together, they approached the entrance where the crowd remained, murmuring in clusters.
Meanwhile, I ascended to the top of the Temple, my cloak fluttering behind me in the cool breeze. The high vantage point offered a clear view of the scene below.
For some reason, Asher followed me. His steps were quiet but deliberate, and I could feel his gaze lingering on me. It was unusual for him to defy my orders to stay below, and I found myself wondering what he was after. Did he want to know what happened to Mirielle? Or was he probing my connection to her?
"Why are you here, Asher?" I asked curtly, my eyes fixed on the bustling crowd below, unwilling to look at him.
