The portal deposits you back in the temple. Seeking the dancing light you look to the floor to find it cleared of all debris, revealing an finely detailed mosaic. The light seems to run along its courses, filling the gaps with a rainbow of brilliance, highlighting now one pattern, now the next. Suddenly everything makes sense. Even the tapestries shine with clearer colors and more distinct patterns. You almost feel sacriligeous standing on such a surface, cursing your feet for obscuring part of the pattern.
“The truth is a beautiful thing is it not? Come now, our time grows short.”
The final portal opens, gleaming white.
“Enter the Realm of God.”