Lararium

The camp was connected to the Brisha Sea to the east.

Past the food warehouses and training grounds, there was a cliff.

From a distance, an immense and lonely tree could be seen on the edge of the precipice. Unlike other banyans of its species, this one appeared to be only a few years old, yet it was still over ten meters tall.

Moonlight reflected off its reddish trunk and pale pink flowers that swayed in the cool sea breeze.

A soft and sweet aroma was carried by the breeze to where Ravin and Itziar stood, silently contemplating the captivating panorama.

The thick roots of the banyan tree stretched all the way up the cliff as if it claimed the place as its own.

In the midst of the roots that snaked across the surface stood an altar. This one wasn't small, but it wasn't huge either.

When they both got closer, Itziar measured the altar with her eyes. It reached up to her chest and was around a meter wide.