Other than Brigid being visibly uneasy about her grandmother, slipping into the camp had been laughably easy. All it took was the token she carried—her badge as one of the cult's Abyssal Hands—and the guards practically bowed them in.
The cult had set up their base in an abandoned village, and Cassian couldn't help but be a little surprised. He'd half-expected chaos, gore, and maniacs foaming at the mouth, but instead… it looked like any well-run military camp. Soldiers followed orders, no one was running around shrieking for blood, and discipline was tight. If not for the banners and the creepy undertones, he could've mistaken it for a regular army encampment.
