312. Rooted In One’s Mind
312
Year 280 (continued)
Hoyia was not a young woman. She took the appearance of a regal, mature woman, and the very moment she walked into the Lord’s mansion it was clear to everyone.
Maids, butlers, soldiers, guards. They all could feel it in their souls when someone who possessed the air of holiness, and for the Lord of that Town, his opinions shifted the moment she walked through her door.
Holy.
A thousand words could not describe standing before one who speaks with the weight of divinity.
Hoyia and the priests were normal for the rest of the Valthorns. But for these folks of Twinspace, they cannot even begin to explain how unique the sensation was. The local [Lord] stood in the presence of a high leveled priestess with her powers in full swing.
Though fleeting, or momentary, a priest is an extension of their god. A priest is the conduit between reality and the powers of god as written in the system.
The Lord blinked, as the sensation hit him. For a Lord who had never met a true holy man in a world with few holy existences, it was akin to seeing for the first time. “-how?”