Chapter 64 - The Shadow Game of the Six Crowns - V
** Sol'Varen - Temple of Rebirth
The golden light of dawn rested upon Sol'Varen, reflecting off the rooftops adorned with sacred mosaics and scarlet stained glass that captured every ray of the rising sun. At the heart of the city, a massive temple stood as a living monument, its towers spiraling upward in golden spires, symbolizing the ascent of souls toward redemption.
The broad staircases, carved from black marble, were constantly traversed by the faithful, whose white and gold robes contrasted with the scarlet glow of the eternal flames burning on the altars. From above, the sacred bells echoed throughout the city, calling the devout to morning prayer.
Descending through the streets, which were arranged in concentric circles around the temple, the architecture reflected the unshakable faith of the humans. The monasteries, built of dark stone, were adorned with golden inscriptions, and their wide balconies allowed priests to recite prayers for the entire city.
In the center of the squares, statues of a deity named Ah Puch were surrounded by murmuring devotees, while commerce thrived under the arcades and colonnades, where merchants sold everything from blessed grains to enchanted relics promising divine protection.
At every corner, sacred crests were engraved in iron and gold, reminding all that every stone of Sol'Varen belonged to the church and its eternal mission.
At the city's edge, colossal walls of obsidian and sacred steel rose like a divine shield, protecting the people from external threats. Beyond them, vast cultivated lands stretched out, where the faithful tilled the fields.
Along the walls stood the fortresses of the Paladins of Redemption, holy warriors who guarded the city and ensured no heretic would defile its sacred soil. Above all, Sol'Varen was not just a city; it was a living doctrine, pulsating with the unshakable faith that firmly believed in its own rebirth.
The Grand Temple of Rebirth stood at the heart of the capital, an imposing structure of black and gold stone, with stained glass that filtered the sunlight into shades of red, gold, and purple. Inside, the main hall was adorned with towering columns, each engraved with sacred runes that glowed softly in crimson hues. At the center of the hall, a large obsidian altar reflected the light of the eternal flames burning in red and gold embers. It was here that the Holy Mother, the spiritual and political leader of the humans, conducted the sacred councils.
A majestic and serene figure, she sat on an obsidian throne, dressed in black robes embroidered with gold and red threads. Her face was veiled in translucent fabric, and her deep red eyes seemed to see beyond the material world. Behind her, a ring of red fire appeared, floating in the air like a divine halo.
Below her, the three High Priests sat on smaller but still impressive chairs. Around the hall, seven lesser priests, responsible for administering the kingdom's provinces, stood dressed in red and black robes. The air was heavy with reverent silence, broken only by the crackling of the sacred flames.