The temple was shrouded in heavy silence.
Agrippa lay curled up on the marble floor, his body trembling. His shoulders quivered ceaselessly, and his hands, clasped tightly together, trembled with anxiety. Through the eye engraved on the barrier, he already knew—the sacrificial offerings had been released.
Now, a true sacrifice was required.
His tears soaked into the floor, slowly seeping into the stillness of the sacred space.
The news of the barrier's destruction had shaken Agrippa's world. To him, the protective shield encasing the island was more than a magical construct—it was a sacred shield, a symbol of Radiance's love, grace, and the blessing bestowed upon the island.
"O Radiance…"
His voice trembled, but it still held unwavering reverence and absolute trust.
"This servant was lacking. I should have offered more prayers. More devotion. A deeper faith. Forgive me… Please, do not forsake us."
