The city's holy temple entrance was adorned with various figures and artifacts drawn from the scriptures, aides of the gods rendered in stone and set into every surface with deliberate reverence. Ren squinted to get a better look at a statue positioned high on the temple's spire. Just below it was a humanoid figure dressed in robes of the same style he had been seeing on the streets since arriving, but it was the one above that held his attention.
It looks familiar. He stood there for a stretch, maybe eighty seconds, turning the image over in his memory, and then it came to him and he began snapping his fingers.
The angels. It had taken him longer than it should have because the sculptor had rendered the hair as something closer to a robe, and at the very top of the spire the figure had been made enormous, with a scale and bearing that leaned toward the terrifying rather than the comforting.
