The Crown Of Ash and Silver
“By the will of the Radiant One, we sanctify her flesh and open her soul, that the Light may dwell within.”
Elysia bowed her head. Her voice was clear and unwavering. “I am ready.”
The congregation murmured, a wave of devotion swelling behind her. The Light’s symbol burned above the altar, a circle pierced by a single ray.
The High Cleric raised his staff, its crystal gleaming with divine energy. “Step forward, child of grace. Become the vessel of dawn.”
Elysia moved to the altar. The marble beneath her feet was warm, pulsing faintly with power. The light wrapped around her wrists, crawling up her arms, then over her chest. Her breath quickened.