Seirion walked quickly through the temple, the sound of his footsteps striking the stone echoed sharply through the temple's usual silence.
A cold, constant pressure weighed on his chest, reminding him that Erian lay nearby, his body motionless and cold, suspended between life and death. Seirion knew that every second was vital to bring him back.
He needed to uncover which deity had cursed Erian and find a way to undo the damage. And for that, he had to relive his own past. The mental seals he had kept closed for centuries contained the darkest memories of his existence, moments he had buried just to survive.
Reliving them pained him deeply, as if each memory tore a piece of his being away, forcing him to feel again the guilt, the loss, and the despair he had tried to leave behind.
In the center of the main hall, beside the stone altar, the three Heralds sent by Vael awaited him: Nira, Korr, and Syrel.
