Still they come...

Islana watched as a slow ebbing of people trickler into the streets and suddenly turned into a flood as more and more bodies poured into the square in front of her balcony. Shouting of jubilation and prayers could be heard drifting in the wind into her ears, low at first but soon the noise rose into the sky.

She saw many kneeling in the hard stone, touching their heads into the ground, others held children aloft hoping that their Prophetess gaze fell on them and bring them good luck and prosperity on life. Shr could could see many holding torched and candles in the fading light, but the vast majority held their weapons high, brandishing the to the skies and pledging their lives to her service.

The cloud above Temple continued to spiral under the control of Tamazzalt whose eyes kept close attention on the new Twins chosen...