La-Le-Ro was at the temple of Ooo-Yar-Bhro even before the light arrived. He couldn’t sleep. Neither the gods nor the Mleanthors came to see him. He was unworthy in their eyes. La-Le-Ro was thinking of ways to convince the Elders to make his son the king.
The temple stood on a cliff and the stones were carved into a hundred steps to climb. The soil was black, and the rocks were smooth and mossy. The temple was built on stone, a single rock carved and chiseled into perfection. The monolith structure was a wonder and had impeccable craftsmanship. It was said that a hundred Zolopts worked day and night for several years to make the temple. A thousand Zolopts or more pushed the huge rock above the cliff where the temple was built. The structure was centuries old and no one knew who was the ch
