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Outside the Temple of Destiny, High Priestess Trissley slowly rose to her feet.

The voice that seemed like divine awe just now still lingered in her ears. Trissley's face was filled with the devotion of a pilgrim as she gazed towards the direction of the Half-Elf Palace.

"Sylv."

Trissley gently uttered this name. As if gaining unwavering faith, she strode towards the Temple of Destiny.

Along the way, various clergy from the temple approached her, asking in hushed whispers:

"High Priestess, what was that just now?"

"Was it the oracle of the Goddess of fate?"

"Was the Blessing of Blood you presided over successful?"

...

Lowering her hands to silence the clamorous voices, Trissley made a pacifying gesture and said, "Everyone, there is something urgent I need to attend to now. Allow me to explain everything to you later."