When morning arrived, everyone had already gathered in the Sacred Chamber, the heart of the temple. The space was wide and solemn, with incense lingering in the air and faint sunlight passing through narrow stained-glass windows, casting soft gold and ivory light across the marble floor.
At the center stood the statue of Mirath, Goddess of Healing which were carved from white stone. Her expression was calm and distant along with her hands stretched toward the people. There was also a sculpted golden robe draped over her figure, and her sacred name was engraved into the altar beneath her feet.
The chamber was quiet and heavy with anticipation, as if the goddess herself were watching, waiting for the ritual to begin.
The High Priest stood at the forefront, accompanied by the bishops and priests, all dressed in ceremonial robes as they prepared for the ritual. Surrounding them were the loyal believers of Mirath, gathered in solemn silence.
