Aaron's POV
I was greeted by two enormous golden-horse statues at the base of the temple. Their faces were just as amazing as they were when I first saw them centuries ago.
My fingers glided over the exquisite sculptures that were cast during the temple's construction and served as a reminder that these walls held strength and power. The locals held the belief that a goddess endowed with strength, wealth, and beauty was the creator of this magical location.
I let out a breath.
The island was given to Scylla as a gift by her father, and she made sure they had all they needed. Her attention to their needs was meticulous.
Before she was cursed, her people constructed this temple as a place of worship.
I clenched my hands into fists.
It was that era's chief's fault that this place was s
