When the pale golden radiance in front of him faded away, Gawain found himself no longer on the high mountain overlooking Agondale. Instead, the magnificent frescoes and splendid columns of the Upper Sanctum stood before him.
The corridor leading to the royal temple Hall stretched in front of him. On either side, the temple guards stood silent and motionless like statues. High-ranked Dragon Priest Helagor stood beside him, the powerful Dark Wave gradually calming around him.
"Was that some kind of spatial transmission?" Gawain asked with some surprise, looking at the High Priest. "Have you already mastered the technology of space distortion?"
"That is in the domain of the gods; I merely imitate it clumsily," Helagor said with a gentle tone.
"It seems that the Dragonkin's priest also borrows power from the gods," Gawain nodded thoughtfully, then looked towards the broad corridor ahead. "Can we just go straight ahead?"
