The grand structure of the temple rose before them like a quiet giant, its tall spires glinting in the morning light.
Kana followed beside Evaya, her steps hesitant as her gaze roamed over the finely carved stonework and soft gold accents that shimmered on the outer walls.
The streets were empty this early, but the temple grounds still buzzed faintly with movement—acolytes and guards moving about with quiet purpose.
"Pull your hood up. We can't risk drawing attention. That face of yours is too much trouble."
Evaya said without looking at her.
Kana blinked, startled.
"Trouble?"
"Charmed trouble. Just do it."
Evaya muttered, tugging at Kana's cloak.
Kana obeyed, pulling the deep hood over her head until it shaded her eyes.
She didn't understand how her face could cause problems, but she said nothing more as they approached the temple's grand gate.
