Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil

In the heart of the Ishgaar's parish in Brol, nestled amidst the fusion between lush landscapes and urban backdrop, there stood a grand temple of ethereal beauty.

Ascending to its entrance were stairs of pristine white marble, gleaming under the gentle caress of the sun's rays. These steps, adorned with intricate patterns, served as a regal prelude to the sanctum beyond.

Tall pillars, majestic and adorned with ornate carvings, stood sentinel on either side of the temple's entrance. Each pillar seemed to reach towards the heavens, their surfaces adorned with ancient symbols and mystical runes.

The temple, an architectural marvel, exuded an aura of sacred grandeur that beckoned the curious and devout alike. One could feel the faith energy gathering in the surroundings just by being inside the temple's premises.

As worshippers ascended the monumental stairs, they entered a spacious gathering hall bathed in the warm glow of sunlight filtering through stained glass windows. The hall, resplendent with intricate designs and delicate sculptures, served as a celestial nexus where believers congregated to offer prayers and seek divine guidance.

A circumambulation passage, adorned with softly glowing braziers and adorned with symbolic carvings, led worshippers on a sacred journey around the inner sanctum. This labyrinthine path facilitated contemplation and reflection, guiding pilgrims on a spiritual voyage within the hallowed walls.

Surrounding the temple were serene garden-type passageways, adorned with vibrant flowers and fragrant herbs that whispered in the gentle breeze. These pathways, shaded by ancient trees, provided a tranquil retreat for worshippers seeking moments of introspection before or after their spiritual endeavors.

The temple's surroundings echoed with the hushed footsteps of worshippers, their garments flowing gracefully as they moved in and out of the sacred space. The air carried the melodic strains of ceremonial chants, creating a harmonious symphony that seemed to blend seamlessly with the natural melodies of the surrounding wilderness.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the temple's architecture glowed softly in the moonlight, casting an otherworldly aura. The rhythmic ebb and flow of worshippers continued, creating a timeless connection between the mortal realm and the divine within the sacred embrace of Ishgar's temple.

At the heart of the grand temple dedicated to God Ishgaar stood an imposing statue, a magnificent representation of the deity revered by those who sought solace in solitude. The statue depicted Ishgaar, a male god of great stature and strength, his divine presence emanating from every meticulously carved detail.

God Ishgaar's countenance was chiseled with the wisdom of ages, framed by a thick beard that cascaded like foliage of moonlit shadows. His eyes, serene yet penetrating, held the weight of the cosmos, reflecting a profound understanding of the loneliness that threaded through the fabric of existence.

The physique of Ishgaar, immortalized in stone, exuded an unparalleled strength, symbolizing not just physical might but the resilience of the spirit. His divine form seemed to stand as a testament to the god's unique connection with the essence of solitude—a quality that set him apart from the pantheon of deities.

After all, God Ishgaar's divinity was related to the feelings of loneliness and solitude. He was a well-established god whose divinity had allowed him to have a pantheon of his own. And yet, he was the only god in his pantheon, not allowing anyone under him to reach godhood and join his side.

As such, his divinity was reflected through all the temples and worshippers dedicated to him. Ishgaar's followers became like him, cherishing solitude. 

Worshippers approached the statue with quiet reverence, their footsteps softened by the sense of introspection that enveloped the temple. The air within the sacred space seemed to carry the divine energy of Ishgaar's presence, fostering a sacred hush that discouraged unnecessary communication.

The worshippers of God Ishgaar, guided by the god's inclination towards solitude, seldom engaged in extensive conversations with one another. The temple, rather than a place for communal gatherings, became a sanctuary for personal reflection and silent communion with the deity.

Ishgaar's Templars, the devoted guardians of the god's teachings, were known for their preference for solitary missions. Clad in armor adorned with symbols representing the god's dominion over loneliness, these Templars embraced the solitude of their sacred duties. Working alone, they found strength and guidance in the silent whispers of Ishgaar's wisdom.

In the presence of the god's statue, worshippers and Templars alike found solace in the understanding that in solitude, there lies a unique connection with the divine. As the thick walls of the temple absorbed the quiet devotion of its inhabitants, the statue of God Ishgaar stood as an enduring symbol, reminding all who entered of the profound divinity intertwined with the sacred embrace of loneliness.

Under normal circumstances, Ishgaar's Templars protected the temple's premises from any potential threat to the people's faith in their patron god. They would not even let the empire's administration personnel use carriages and chariots on the sacred grounds.

So when the Templars gave a free pass to a particular carriage inside the sacred grounds, it was bound to catch attention. The worshippers looked at the carriage's receding view and then looked at each other to see if anyone among them knew who was inside it.

The carriage stopped at the foot of the temple. Eren stepped out of it in the next moment and looked all around him.

'This god… he has deep pockets,' Eren thought to himself as he looked at the temple's opulent premise. 'Is this what he is trying to say to his followers? That people who stay alone end up becoming rich?' The butcher smiled before shaking his head, a mirthless smile gracing his lips.

"Eren Idril?"

A guard Templar greeted Eren with a nod before asking him in a serious voice. Eren nodded back before responding verbally.

"I assume you are Akel Aaloom. Nice to meet you. Please lead the way."

Eren looked at the near-endless view of stairs and had a stressed expressions on his face. He didn't feel that casually using spells or Abilities to conquer such a tall task in the temple's premises was allowed. 

Thankfully, the Templar guard came to his rescue and teleported him directly inside a secure facility alongside himself.