"Jingle, jingle..."
The sound of wind chimes gently rang, growing closer from afar.
The temple atop the high cliff barely showed signs of age, maintaining its old appearance inside and out.
Hundreds of years had passed; today's Silver Moon City had transformed greatly.
Yet, the changes were more evident in the outer areas; the center, however, appeared more like it did a millennium ago.
Just like this ancient temple, built by the first High Priest, and never relocated since.
Clip-clop...
Clip-clop—
Outside the temple, the sound of hooves grew nearer, stirring the wind chimes into a clearer melody.
Inside the temple's front hall, an elderly woman with white hair furrowed her brows slightly. However, not far from her, another old man merely shook his head with a smile.
"Don't take it too much to heart, heh heh... he's just a bit anxious."
"If he cared about God's matters as much, he wouldn't have ended up here."
