Chapter 83 – Confession to the High Priestess
Cassius and the High Priestess walked along the straight path, shrouded by red carpet, in a tense and suffocating silence.
The only sounds in that space were the tap of Cassius's cane against the floor and the soft shuffling of servants' feet; quiet sounds that became annoyingly loud in the stillness around them.
The inside of the Church of Death was exactly what one would expect from those who worshipped Death.
Black and morose, a scent of morbid love and deep faith blanketed the space on all sides, pressing down on anyone who dared step through the entrance.
Yet the feeling that entered one's heart was not despair, as most might assume.
It was hope.
A hope of liberation that made you wonder where it had come from, until you understood with quiet certainty that it could only come from a god.
