The statue of the Storm Goddess, Gomona, stood quietly in the grand cathedral, as majestic, mysterious, and silent as ever.
It seemed that the veil not only covered the goddess's face but also a certain connection between the mortal world and the deity. For the first time, Fenna realized that she actually had no understanding, and perhaps no comprehension, of the divine being she worshipped.
She had always taken her faith in everything related to storms and deep seas for granted, never questioning it like she did today, never contemplating from a skeptical perspective the relationship between herself and the divine.
Suddenly, Fenna snapped out of her brief reverie, her heart pounding and a cold sweat breaking out on her back.
Thought bred heresy, and the divine was unfathomable.
She couldn't believe that those nearly blasphemous thoughts had originated in her own mind—beginning to question the "actions" of the divine was almost akin to heresy.