The area smelled like blood. Most of that was of the church members Reidar just killed, but it didn't matter; these guys likely deserved it anyway.
Reidar stepped inside and found the five Priests where the Shadow Specter-Kings had brought them—on the floor, backs against the wall.
They didn't even try to move a muscle or escape. Two of them were still unconscious from the Juggernaut's earlier intervention, but the other three were awake, and the moment Reidar walked in, their eyes locked on him with a mix of fear and defiance.
And he was right. So, Reidar pulled a crate from the corner, set it in front of the Priests, and sat down.
"I'm going to ask questions," Reidar said. "You're going to answer them."
The Priest on the far left—a tall man with the pale, stretched skin that marked him as a mutated human—raised his chin and gave Reidar a look of defiance.
"We serve the Progenitor," the Priest said. "We don't answer to heretics."
