Bab 67: Descent!

Ania and Bjorn stood before the altar as the villagers jabbered excitedly behind them. 'What's taking him so long!' Ania could barely contain her excitement as they patiently awaited the arrival of their god. Her wide eyes stared at the wooden throne that the villagers had created just beyond the altar.

Bjorn was busy taking deep breaths. He was hoping that Exile was happy with his more recent actions. If they pleased the God that was all that mattered to him. To know that his actions had helped a higher purpose. The crowd was growing restless, each of them hoped that they would finally be able to witness Exile as Ania did.

Sarri wrung her hands out of nervousness as she stared at her daughter's back. 'She's become so important! Her father will be so proud!' Suddenly a golden light appeared on the opposite side of the altar. Stealing everyone's attention as silence descended in the temple.