"Don't worry about that!" Arin smiled at her, "I know you won't act like that just like that!"
Sehaliya looked at him with a gaze of gratitude, eyes full of tears.
She replied, "My lord, what you now witness as the bustling market plaza now claims the very heart of this town; here once stood the grand Ziggurat of our revered Lord Nerthazir the Great—a beacon of awe and devotion.
Pilgrims from every corner of the continents journeyed to Zur'Qarith, drawn by the radiant splendor of this architectural marvel and the divine presence it embodied.
It was no mere temple; it was a testament to glory itself—a sacred site and a masterpiece of craftsmanship all in one.
The Ziggurat stood as the pinnacle of devotion, the most cherished pilgrimage destination of Lord Nerthazir.
But now, the very earth that cradled its majesty has betrayed its memory. Obliterated, wiped clean as though it never existed—not a fragment remains to tell of its grandeur."
