In the deserted temple, a young man in a white sacrificial robe knelt devoutly in front of the tall and magnificent statue. He crossed his hands in front of his chest, as if he was praying silently.
The sunlight gently yet passionately kissed the boy's loosely braided long hair, inadvertently dyeing the black hair with a hazy halo. Looking down, the white ribbon embroidered with golden patterns covered the boy's eyes unromantically, adding a bit of mystery to him.
At the moment when the sun rose to the highest point in the sky, the young man kneeling in front of the statue was suddenly shocked, and the piety on his face faded and replaced with calmness.
[Where is this?] Realizing that he was kneeling on the ground for some reason, Collin maintained his original posture while asking his "royal artificial eye" in his heart, [There is no other aura fluctuation, is there no one here?]
[Indeed, there is no one,] Dylan shook himself and ran out of Collin's bracelet, which was covered by the wide cuffs, [But I think it's better for you not to move, because... you look like a priest now.]
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