In the heart of the holy land, nestled among the golden hills, stood one of Moras's grandest temples.
Carved of pristine marble and adorned with intricate gold-leaf etchings, the temple shimmered under the afternoon sun like a beacon of faith.
Inside, priests and acolytes moved about their duties in serene discipline—tending to the sacred flames, chanting old hymns, and preparing the offerings for the evening rituals.
Then, without warning, the earth trembled.
A low rumble surged through the stone floor, shaking the pillars and causing sacred ornaments to rattle and sway.
A few novices cried out, dropping their incense bowls, and several of the older priests stumbled as the tremors passed.
"An earthquake?"
One whispered in fear.
"No… not in this region."
Said another, eyes wide with dread.
Panicked murmurs spread across the temple. The priests gathered at the center prayer hall, kneeling before the altar as their instinct took over.
