Inside the magnificent and resplendent hall, the light was so bright it felt almost excessive.
The corridor was gilded, and at the highest point stood a colossal statue, its towering figure seated solemnly upon its throne. Yet no matter how one looked up, it was impossible to see the true face of this deity.
Legends tell that this statue had appeared on the very day the god descended, bestowing protection upon humanity by choosing loyal believers and granting them the power to command light, pushing back the shadow creatures.
At this moment, Sylus was kneeling on the ground, and before him, he could only see the trailing hem of a long robe, with two strips of fabric draped over the shoulders and falling straight down. Embroidered upon it were ornate and majestic sun motifs.
"Still no leads to the entrance leading down to the underground city?"
