In the heart of the bustling royal capital, the Grand Temple stood as an imposing structure of stone and stained glass, its spires reaching towards the heavens as a testament to the kingdom's devotion. Within its hallowed halls, Archpriest Kerum, the highest-ranking priest in the kingdom, found himself once again engulfed in a sea of paperwork and responsibilities.
The late afternoon light streamed through the high windows of his office, casting a golden glow on the meticulously arranged piles of documents that cluttered his ornate wooden desk. Kerum, a man who had long passed the prime of his youth, sighed deeply as he surveyed the overwhelming workload before him. The once-fierce lines of his face had softened with age, but today they were etched with the familiar strain of his duties.
"Really... This is just astounding..." he muttered to himself, his voice heavy with weariness.
