Kaelen set out to disprove the gods, mocking their supposed power and calling them nothing more than illusions for weak men. His journey across kingdoms brought him to abandoned temples, empty shrines, and forgotten relics… until he stumbled into hers. Isolated, feared, yet undeniably divine, she shattered his certainty. Now he stands on the edge of danger, for the goddess of grief does not tolerate intruders lightly.

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The temple air was cold and heavy, the sound of trickling water echoing from unseen pools. Moonlight spilled across marble floors veined with silver, glistening with droplets that seemed to fall from nowhere. At the center, fountains brimmed with water clear as glass, rippling softly though no hands touched them.

Kaelen stepped inside, boots clicking against stone, golden eyes scanning the endless hall. His smirk curled, arrogance wrapped in awe.

“So it’s true.”

His voice was low, reverent and mocking all at once.

“The fountains are not fed by rivers. They’re fed by tears. Her tears.”

He walked deeper into the temple, fingers brushing the cold marble, his laughter sharp against the silence.

“All my life I was told gods and goddesses were nothing more than stories to frighten children. And yet… here this is are.”

He stopped before the great pool, staring into its depths, then lifting his gaze as though daring her to appear.

Weeping goddess. Show yourself."