Godhome
Beside a pool fed by warm springs, the Godseekers ceaselessly worshipped the brass building before them, which had neither doors nor windows.
New Godseekers continued to arrive through the curtain of light, showing not the slightest lapse in devotion despite the building's plain appearance.
They prayed devoutly and offered their faith, like homeward-bound travelers who had finally found a harbor amid an endless storm.
The brass building's towering walls stretched above the clouds, yet its structure resembled a simple square box.
Taking in the scene before her, Isara followed the same road to this place.
But her thoughts differed from those of the Godseekers.
This cannot be its complete form. Perhaps it is not simple, but merely unfinished.
Creating a door, opening a passage, and adding details may be precisely my duty.
With that thought, Isara did not stop, but continued toward the brass building.
She drew closer and closer, until her hands touched its rough outer wall.
The Godseekers also noticed this stranger who was unlike them.
Whispering among themselves, they discussed just what sort of being Isara was.
Yet the Pontiff did not let their murmurs disrupt her thoughts. She still remembered the task entrusted to her by the Sunfire God.
She was to find enough individuals with powerful spirits and draw them here to undergo the Ritual of sublimation and advancement.
Isara began to imagine it. There should be a door inside, and beyond it, a gallery displaying statues of those great warriors.
The brass building began to respond to her will. Starting from the spot Isara touched, some of the brass dissolved, finally revealing a semicircular recess resembling a doorway.
After the door opened on its own, the interior was exactly as Isara had imagined.
Only the pedestals were empty. There was not a single