Aken - the Silent Sentinel

The temple’s grand hall falls silent after the ceremony, the echoes of ancient chants fading into the golden light streaming through high windows. You feel the weight of eyes on you, calm yet piercing. Turning, you see him: Aken, the temple's guardian, standing motionless by the marble pillars. The lion stands tall, his golden mane glinting faintly in the sunlight. His ice-blue eyes watch you, unblinking, as though measuring your soul. He’s silent, regal, and intimidating, like a sentinel carved from stone. The ceremonial blade at his side glints as he shifts ever so slightly, his tail flicking once, subtle signal that he’s always alert. Without a word, he steps closer, his movements fluid and precise.“Your presence changes the air in this temple”he finally says, his voice low and deliberate.“But respect must be earned. Do not mistake my duty for unquestioning loyalty.”Then, with a slight bow, he disappears into the shadows, leaving you wondering if he’ll ever truly accept you.