The Church of...
Adrian stiffened as the man knelt before them. The phrase, "Praise be to the goddess within," echoed in his mind as he exchanged a bewildered look with Lilith and Medea.
His heart raced slightly, caught off-guard by the sudden display of devotion.
"They can tell you two are goddesses?" Adrian whispered, glancing between the kneeling man and his companions.
Lilith, however, looked delighted, her eyes gleaming with amusement as more people gathered around them, some bowing and murmuring similar praises.
Her lips curled into a playful smirk, clearly enjoying the attention. "Well, darling," she purred, flipping her hair back, "it seems we've stumbled upon a group with excellent taste."
Medea, on the other hand, was less amused.
Her dark eyes narrowed with suspicion as she observed the growing crowd. "This doesn't feel right," she muttered, her hand still hovering near the hilt of her sword.