Chapter 13: As I entered his private room, it became clear why Zealot had reserved this particular space for himself. It was a room with a vaulted ceiling, stretching above me for about five meters. The gentle curve of each wall melded into the roof in a parabolic arc that was pleasing to the eye. Like elsewhere, glyphs and symbols spiraled across their surface. The most notable feature of the space was a slightly raised area of ground, somewhat akin to a dais but of a much humbler height. It was about a meter in diameter. Zealot was sitting on it.
The Holy Man
The Holy Man
The Holy Man
Chapter 13: As I entered his private room, it became clear why Zealot had reserved this particular space for himself. It was a room with a vaulted ceiling, stretching above me for about five meters. The gentle curve of each wall melded into the roof in a parabolic arc that was pleasing to the eye. Like elsewhere, glyphs and symbols spiraled across their surface. The most notable feature of the space was a slightly raised area of ground, somewhat akin to a dais but of a much humbler height. It was about a meter in diameter. Zealot was sitting on it.