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"You're telling me...that out of more than a hundred sleeper agents and two High Worshipers of my church in that damned Grand Martial City, not a single one even thought of sending any report letting us know of what's happening? Nothing!?"
"Did my church raise all of those fools for nothing!? I'll have your heads for this!!"
In some unknown location of the world, hidden underneath an abandoned church, there is a congregation of men in black hooded clothes.
The room was plunged in darkness, lit up only by a few candles at the corners of the room. It was cold down here, but not the freezing kind. It's the type that sends shivers down the spine and penetrates the soul. There was dread, danger, and something unknown in here that's either hiding deeper in the pits of darkness or has already covered this entire place.
The hooded man at the center of the altar raged at the others around him. He was so agitated that some of his features became visible beneath his cloak.
