Chapter 46

The Hall Master sat in the absolute stillness of her inner sanctum. For so long, they had waited. Generation after generation had been born into the service of a memory, era after era passing while the once-glorious Syndicate withered into a shadow of its former self. The incense smoke curled upward in a straight, unmoving line, mirroring the rigid discipline of her meditation. Faith was not a feeling here; it was a structural necessity. Without the belief that the Malefic One would return to...