Daniel stepped into a dome-shaped room, the torches on the walls casting flickering shadows that danced across the floor.
Zero was right beside him.
Inside, roughly twenty figures waited. Each wore a black hooded robe, their faces hidden behind wooden masks streaked with brown and black. The masks gave them a silent, unreadable presence, and the quiet in the room pressed down like a weight.
At the left corner of the room stood a wooden pole shaped like a cross, bearing a statue of a man crowned with thorns. It's eyes glowed softly, like molten crystal, casting a faint light over the smooth platform beneath him — a rectangular box that seemed almost too perfect, too deliberate to be ordinary.
"Status," Daniel whispered, his eyes flicking toward the hooded figures.
Nothing appeared.
'It happened again, my ability didn't work on them. Maybe… the ability itself need something to see,' he thought, scanning the room carefully.
