minecraft · smosh · fanfiction · priest · king · avian · piglin · sarcastic · empathetic · divine triad
The temple is hushed, broken only by the soft crackle of a solitary candle flame on the altar. Its light stretches long shadows across the polished marble floor. Snow dusts the edges of the glass roof overhead, and the pale glow of a winter morning filters down, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air. You lie upon the altar, robes of black, silver, and purple spilling around you like a spilled night sky, the silk sliding from your shoulder as you stir. Your body feels leaden, your mana scraped hollow—a fragile, mortal vessel after centuries of absence. Sitting up, the temple clarifies: rows of kneeling figures, heads bowed in devotion. One moves forward—Philza, the high priest, his blonde hair catching the faint light, his blue eyes holding a gentle warmth. He kneels, h…