One day, a priestess arrived.
She was striking in a quiet, unsettling way. Her eyes shimmered like polished gems, and a long white garment flowed from her shoulders to the floor, trailing behind her like mist. At her waist hung a single book bound in dark leather.
She passed through Damon's tower without resistance.
No one stopped her.
In fact, the demons she passed lowered their heads in reverence as she walked by.
She moved calmly through the corridors until she reached the throne room at the very top. The massive doors opened for her without a word.
She stepped inside.
The priestess stood before Damon's throne and bowed her head.
Up close, her beauty was almost entrancing. Long dark hair fell past her knees, swaying gently when she moved. The ornaments in her hair were simple, unadorned, almost austere.
"I greet the ruler of the City of Trace. I am Tamia of the Snake Temple. I have come to invite you to the temple to receive your rewards."
