Seven Years Later.
In one of the most protected places in the realm, only found in the Higher Continents, Temple Maiden Nyla Sheritz was performing the ceremony to become a Temple Matron, because she had unexpectedly become an Ascendant, shocking the entire order because of her youth, she was less than five thousand years old.
The Temple Maiden with the record for the earliest Ascendancy did it at the age of 3,760, and she was now the foremost Temple Mother.
The hall Nyla was waiting inside was dark, only brightened by several statues of powerful Ascendants whose heads were aflame.
The light from the flames hardly pushed back the gloom, but for those inside this hall the flames were not there for lighting, but for their significance Their lives were meant to burn for their service, and no matter how small the flames, it still lit up a small part of the darkness.
For such an important and elevated ritual, the atmosphere was surprisingly solemn, as there were only three Temple Matrons and a single Temple Mother here with Nyla who oversaw the rite of Ascendance.
The five women were all on their knees, their bodies covered with voluminous red robes that hid their appearances. Their hands were clasped to their breasts and for the last few days, there was nothing but silence as they meditated together.
The oath Nyla was about to swear required deep contemplation and she was expected to review her creed in-depth. The presence of the Temple Matrons and the Temple Mother was to give her a familiar presence to assure her and give her strength in the eternal journey ahead. When they had determined that the right time had come to proceed with the ceremony, the strong voice of the Temple Mother resounded in the hall, holding the attention of everyone bound,
"Nyla Sheritz, today you kneel as a Temple Maiden who has served the Great Cause for four thousand years, and you shall rise a Temple Matron who will serve for eternity. Do you accept this burden?"
"I accept this burden with grace, Temple Mother."
"Nyla Sheritz, today you kneel as a Temple Maiden who has died three thousand six hundred and fifty-three times in the service of all, and you shall rise a Temple Mateon who would carry the deaths of all Temple Maidens under you. Do you accept this burden?"
"I accept this burden with an open heart, Temple Mother."
"Nyla Sheritz, you shall stand a Temple Matron, and your eternal service has just begun."
"I accept this burden with honor, Temple Mother."
The five women stood, and their bodies were revealed no longer made of flesh, but Aura. They rose into the air and the space inside the hall trembled and for the next few hours, they remained silent in communion.
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