Crystal Cathedral Records
Adepts Account of a Purging
544 C.D.

The boy looked like a corpse already when he came into the cathedral. There was no fire of life left in him. Although it was understandable considering what he had been through. He’d apparently been like this since he was found in that wretched place. The Seneschal had him sent here personally.

We led him to the antechamber and changed him into the ceremonial garb. He offered no resistance, as though he was a burlap doll. His eyes could be likened to one, staring forward but seeing nothing. Glass eyes. Dead eyes.

One of the senior Bishops eventually came and led him into the main chamber, I could see the brilliant blue light from the god housed here before they sealed the doors.

Hours passed and eventually the doors were unsealed. Something new emerged, the boy was unrecognizable, for although his appearance were unchanged his eyes were alive once more, burning with a the fire of life. He was resolved and confident. His seemingly bottomless sorrow had lifted in a matter of hours. The boy thanked us for our help and apologized for troubling us before leaving the cathedral in a timely manner. Humble and polite, as though he had no troubles in the world. The darkness in his eyes had vanished.

I went to pray to the god for this routine miracle. While I prayed I couldn't help but notice that it's light did not seem to shine as brilliantly as before.
