Auriel stood before the ruined temple, her hands clasped tightly as an unexplainable feeling tugged at her chest.
The air around the crumbled structure was thick with an old, lingering power.
Something about it felt eerily familiar, like an echo from a distant memory that refused to fully surface. Her distraction was apparent, and the silence stretched long enough to prompt the Duchess to speak.
"Goddess Auriel, you seem unsettled. Is something wrong?"
Duchess Amara's voice was soft, yet there was an undercurrent of curiosity, as though she was eager to uncover whatever had ensnared the goddess's attention.
Auriel hesitated. Sharing her feelings with the Duchess seemed risky, especially given Amara's sly and calculating nature. Instead, she deflected with a question.
"This temple… Who did it belong to? And how did it end up like this?"
The Duchess tilted her head, her expression becoming one of mock contemplation.
