Chapter 32

Julian stood in the center of the small, austere room, his focus turned inward. The Beacon in his soul felt less like a magical brand and more like a living organism, a complex lattice of light and intention that pulsed with every beat of his heart. It was terrifyingly detailed. Kyle remained by the window, his posture rigid. Despite his earlier declaration that the prisoner needed interrogation, the priest made no move toward the temple's lower levels. He seemed content to let the silence stretch,...