Continent of the Pantheon, the Hall of Souls.
This was where the Cult of Four stored their followers' soul marks. But the pantheon had changed. The faithful no longer worshipped the original four gods. Instead, they prayed to Kysar and his three fellow Archbishops, who had crowned themselves the new deities. It was a calculated move—rebuilding the faith while siphoning the original gods' divine power.
Clown paced outside the Hall of Souls, his gaze fixed on the imposing structure. He could feel his soul mark resting inside. Ever since discovering its location, he had breached the hall countless times in secret. Every attempt had failed. Every failure cost him a precious living vessel.
