Sasha watched from the shadows, her fingers twitching at her sides as Racheal pushed open the grand wooden doors of the Temple of Goddess Charrin.
A mix of frustration and worry swirled in her chest.
"Idiot girl. What are you doing here again?"
Sasha muttered under her breath.
She slipped in through the entrance moments later, keeping her steps light, silent.
The temple was still and dimly lit, with soft golden light pouring from enchanted braziers lining the inner halls.
Statues of the Goddess stood tall on either side of the walkway, their carved eyes watching in silence.
Sasha's eyes narrowed as she spotted Racheal ahead, walking purposefully toward the altar.
Racheal didn't notice her.
She moved slowly, almost reverently, her gaze fixed on the glowing symbol of Charrin that shimmered above the altar like a living flame.
Sasha followed carefully, ready to call out if needed—but held back, curious about what the girl intended to do.
