The stark contrast between the temples was jarring. In Puka, the temple had a calm and gentle energy. People there were happy. They traversed the halls and had no fear exploring even the deepest reaches of the temple with few exceptions.
The Mamori temple, however, had an ominous vibe. It could easily be placed in a horror story. The towers and trivets loomed over the city as if to claim the town as its playground. The only people seen were the dark clad priests and priestesses whispering as their eyes darted around to guard against the unknown.
Harinder and Psymuk stared up at the entrance, blank looks on their faces. Both of them were on the edge of their control. Within the confines of the temple there were terrible people. They knew this from the sacrificial pillars that stood guard as if to warn those who had pure hearts to stay away.
