When they arrived at the ruins of the temple Lucius had dedicated to Apollo, they found more charred beams and broken tiles. The roof had fallen to the side, and the walls were mostly collapsed, but more remained of that structure than anything else.
Dagon and Lucius stopped before the temple to look at the fresh offerings people had continued to leave in that sacred place that had been blessed by Weylyn so long ago. There were bundles of herbs, loaves of bread, and handfuls of nuts. Upon the cracked steps were clay figurines of children, or miniature imagines of loved ones who had died.
Lucius gazed at the faces on those images and wondered if some of them had died while defending his home and family in that very place.
“They continue to honour the Gods here, Lucius,” Dagon said, his v
