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Mirastiru certainly had the strength to push through the crowd gathered near the church to reach its doors himself, but fortunately, he didn't have to resort to such rudeness. From behind the doors of the sacred sanctuary, a priestess of Artheria appeared and, after a short performance with a soulful song and a slow dance, calmed the arguing people.
The gladiator politely, as is customary among the Artherians, expressed his gratitude to the priestess (this could have been a gesture, for example; I'm not sure about their customs) and decided to go into the temple, as there were no more reasons to stay outside.