Jolthar followed behind the elder; his gaze swept around the large and wide space.
Dominating the space was a statue that rose fifty feet toward the open ceiling. It depicted a being neither fully elven nor fully divine—a figure with four arms, each hand forming a different ritual gesture. Its face was serene yet powerful, its eyes inlaid with crystals that seemed to follow Jolthar as he moved.
"The Lord Deity, Vhaeran", the elder said simply, naming the figure. "The First Touched. He who taught us to embrace chaos rather than fear it."
"We have millennia of history, dating to the primordial era where even the gods and deities roamed the lands. It is not an exaggeration when I say that we were peak of power of when our lord deity was among us. We feared no one, and we lived in harmony with the natural world, guided by Vhaeran's wisdom and strength."
