[At first, nothing seems to happen. The table-like altar remains a solitary table faced towards the rest of the room, even if it's raised on a platform to showcase its importance as the seat of the Goddess herself, albeit with an ornate throne rather than the simple folding chairs scattered around the rest of the gathering hall.
But after a long moment of silence... something in the air changes. It no longer feels like the slightly dusty air of a largely abandoned hall of worship, but rather clear and strangely... charged, as if infused with some kind of energy.]
[And just like that, the throne is no longer empty - instead, a young woman sits primly upon it, golden hair to match the golden scepter in her hand, her eyes glowing in an unusual fuchsia hue.]
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But after a long moment of silence... something in the air changes. It no longer feels like the slightly dusty air of a largely abandoned hall of worship, but rather clear and strangely... charged, as if infused with some kind of energy.]
[And just like that, the throne is no longer empty - instead, a young woman sits primly upon it, golden hair to match the golden scepter in her hand, her eyes glowing in an unusual fuchsia hue.]