People reluctantly vacated their pews. Whispers of excitement mixed with their shoes scuffing as they left, and the priest readied to bar the wooden door behind them.
“Me? I’m with her.” Veelk’s voice echoed within the temple as he replied to the priest’s urging gesture.
Once the door was closed, both men made their way to the altar, while Pardayi inspected Kamira, no longer hiding a grimace of discontent.
“You’ve got some nerve summoning me in front of others, pactee,” she said.
At that, the priest dashed toward Kamira. “Pactee? You’re a pactee? A priestess of the highest order?”
While he looked at Kamira with anticipation, Pardayi stared at him with disbelief on her face.
“Amusing, isn’t it?” Kamira said. “So many things get lost with the passage of time. The knowledge is forgotten
