Later that morning, Holy House of Luud:
"Now that we have concluded our opening invocation, we shall move on to more pressing matters!" The old masked priest's voice cut through the Holy House, his silver scepter catching murky light as intricate patterns gleamed along its length.
He surveyed the assembled villagers—heads bowed in somber respect—before turning to the two elders behind him, seeking permission to proceed.
Zott leader Yrrell gave a curt nod, his face grim. Human leader Adrian held a distant gaze, responding a beat later with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"The Lord Ancestor—may his name be sung with infinite praise—has bestowed a holy artifact upon the leaders!" The priest's voice rang through the silent hall.
Two men carried a table to the raised platform. Upon it sat a box, and within the box rested the holy sphere—an artifact glowing with magical luster. Every eye fixed upon it. Even the most agitated fell into reverent silence.
