Chapter 251: The End of Judgment and the Prelude to the Blood Moon

The air in the abandoned St. Giles Cathedral was cold and heavy, thick with the scent of decay, damp stone, and something else… something metallic and cloying. Dust motes danced in the fractured beams of moonlight that pierced the shattered stained-glass windows, illuminating a scene of desecration. Pews were overturned, the marble floor was cracked, and at the far end, where a holy altar once stood, was a grotesque replacement. It was a twisted dais of blackened, vein-like rock, pulsating...