The chamber shook with another uproar, but this time, the disbelief was tinged with fear.
To wipe out a sect's base and slay its leader was not an ordinary feat.
This was extermination.
The High Priestess raised her hand again, silencing them.
Her cold gaze swept the chamber, and then she nodded toward the cultists. "Show them."
A trembling man rose from the group, his eyes bloodshot and his lips cracked. He clutched a formation disc with both hands as though it were a cursed object. Stumbling forward, he placed it before the High Priestess and staggered back.
She activated it with a flick of her fingers. The disc flared, and above it shimmered an illusory projection, grainy and fractured.
"This," the High Priestess said, her voice lowering into a whisper, "is what was transmitted by their emergency arrays. Only fragments survived… but fragments are more than enough."
The chamber went still. All eyes locked onto the flickering images.
