By time I made my way up the twenty sacred steps of the temple’s entrance, it was well past sunset, and the city was ablaze with light. Two hundred feet above the city gave to the observer a picturesque panorama of Rossaria. Even with the rage of burning revenge aflame with a searing heat within me, I marveled at the beauty of the temple complex and at the city itself. Marveled at its beauty, and at the same time, recoiled from the beauty as well. An old and cherished Bretan saying played across my consciousness. True Evil hides itself in the trappings of unattainable beauty.
True Evil hides itself in the trappings of unattainable beauty.Rossaria was a city of wondrous beauty and marvelous sensual sights. The temple complex of St. Rogarius was enough to take the breath away in its sumptuo
