Bab 215: Sanctuary of Death

Fear…respect…curiosity…

A torrent of emotions crashed into the young elf's mind like an unstoppable avalanche, overwhelming her senses in a suffocating wave. In an instant, clarity vanished, replaced by a chaotic whirlwind of fear, uncertainty, and raw despair. Tremors wracked her slender frame, sweat beading on her brow, yet it wasn't due to a depletion of mana reserves. 

But rather the awe-inspiring presence emanating from the figure before her. Though a mere statue in form, the aura it exuded was nothing short of divine, an unstoppable force akin to a wild river bursting through the constraints of its artificial confines. 

Athelia was in a weak and defenseless state. But something told her her that she was safe here. Was it a gut feeling? Or just the fact?