Chapter 125: Twin Tongues
The Church of the God of Fame stood tall like a monument to pride. White pillars reached up to the sky, carved with faces of smiling worshippers frozen in eternal praise.
Gold banners hung along the walls, each shining with the name God of fame, Mirathis, the god everyone here worshipped.
As I stepped inside, the noise faded.
The moment people saw me, they moved aside. Heads lowered. Some knelt. Others bowed so deeply their foreheads nearly touched the floor.
"Prince Damion..."
They whispered it like a prayer.
I walked slowly through the wide aisle, past rows of worshippers in fine robes. Some were nobles, others officials, priests, all gathered here to be seen.
The high, ranking church members wore golden belts over their robes, priests, they were called.
Supposedly the closest to Mirathis. Some of them followed beside me, their eyes filled with curiosity and nervous excitement. I didn't speak to them. I didn't need to.
I had one goal, speak to a god.
We passed the main prayer chamber, then the offering pool, until we reached the High Altar, a marble platform with the symbol of Mirathis carved into the floor, an open eye wrapped in flame.