"High Priest Thomas, thank you for agreeing to meet with me," Cristiano said respectfully, stepping into the sacred prayer room where the venerable priest resided.
The chamber was steeped in silence and reverence. At its heart stood a towering image of the Moon Goddess, her divine form sculpted in silver. The statue seemed almost alive and was said to be a rare treasure.
The priest, draped in ceremonial robes, inclined his head gently. "Your Highness, speak freely. I sense your heart is heavy with questions."
Cristiano nodded solemnly. "It is the king's will that I come to you. He seeks answers that the royal priest could not provide."
The High Priest said nothing, but his gaze sharpened. He had long suspected that the veil between the past and present was thinning.
