Chapter 44: The Cry of the Orphaned
The study fell quiet after the servant hurried away.
Everyone sat still, eyes on the closed door, nerves sharp but controlled.
They had just finished planning their next move against the cult, and the last thing they expected was a visitor — especially one from the Church.
A soft, urgent knock echoed through the room.
"Enter," Theron called.
The door creaked open, and Sister Mary stepped inside.
She was in her early twenties, with hair bright as sunlight peeking out from her white nun's hood, and clear, warm green eyes.
Her simple religious robe was plain and clean, but her face was red and puffy from crying. She looked utterly heartbroken, like someone who had just lost everything.
Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees in front of Theron.
"My lord, please," she begged, her voice cracking. "In the name of the holy light, I beg you to help me. You're my only hope."
