Alana stood sombrely as she watched the priests and priestesses rebuilding the sanctuary.
After being visited by the Petalbound Bride of Decay, Selantra, the inhabitants of the golden and white sanctuary began to rebuild their destroyed home. Bit by bit, with their minuscule power, they push aside the mist of decay so that the sanctuary can heal.
It was a hard task to do, especially seeing first-hand the sight that greeted them.
Once a place bathed in golden sunlight, where divine power radiated through every stone under the very blessing of the Sun Echo, the sanctuary now lay in ruin. As the mist of decay parted, it revealed a sheer painting of devastation.
A desolate expanse—charred, melted rubble stretching endlessly in every direction.
No trace of what it once was, as if the light that once gave it life had been scorched from existence.
But the priests and priestesses keep on working.
