A carriage wound its way through the mountain passes toward the venue. Each turn revealed shifting vistas of peaks and valleys along the rocky coast. The Goltbred heiress sat quietly with her gaze fixed on the passing scenery while her hand rested comfortably in the young Yecine's. Her father eagerly pointed out landmarks as they passed while talking about historical tidbits.
He'd also eventually grown aware of his daughter's mood and was trying his best to interest her.
As they rounded the final bend, the massive plateau came into view - its face cleaved cleanly in two. Also carved more traditionally into the face of the feature were a series of wide, silver-adorned terraces. Arches and pillars gleamed with the rays of the afternoon sun and framed the main ceremonial area.
She really can't just not tell her everything.
What do you think of some of the venue description and the history? Does it make you disappointed in Divinities?
I mean, they were people too.
Not all of them made it up there and chose to do objectively *important* things with their mandate.
Also, "ANPER! YOU ARE COURTING DEATH!" - Elua er Goltbred, in the alternate reality of a traditional cultivation novel.