"…t good."
"Shh. I can't hear what they are saying," the person said, his eyes trying to pierce through the sea of a crowd before him. An icy wind howled through the area, torrential rain was carried by that wind, tugging at their cloaks and threatening to extinguish the fragile flames they carried. Each of them was soaking wet, causing the floor to form small streams as water flowed, going back outside.
Just like many others, he had already placed arrived in the Shrine and was free from having to keep using his mental strength to keep the candle alive.
Inside the shrine, the air was eerily still compared to the storm raging beyond its walls. The moment they stepped into the shrine, the candles stabilized. Varyn told them that everyone has passed, and soon the blessing would soon be given to them. They were now waiting.
Outside the Shrine, where the storm's wail could still be faintly heard. A commotion rose, bringing every curious eye toward it.
