Standing inside the grand nave of the Church of Rhéanne, Brandon glanced up at the towering statue of the Goddess.
She was carved from flawless white marble, standing twenty feet tall on a pedestal.
Dozens of women priestesses, lesser acolytes, and devotees lined the pews and aisles with their heads bowed.
This was the first time the Herald had visited the central sanctum in months, and none dared to lift their eyes fully.
A soft sigh escaped his lips 'What are you trying to tell me?'
He stood there for a moment looking at her.
He doesn't even know if the Goddess is real or not.
The Church taught that Rhéanne walked among mortals once and is the first female awakener.
Is she a true deity, watching from some higher plane? Or was she a figurehead... an ancient awakener elevated to godhood by grateful followers, her legend growing with every retelling?
'If you're real…' he thought, not quite a prayer, 'show me something. Anything.'
