They had yet to reach the abandoned church that once served as the Dark Guild's meeting place, a ruined shell of worship that Harvey had frequently used to gather his members. The structure had always been large enough to handle hundreds at a time, its echoing halls filled with whispers of dark plans and promises.
It had seemed practical for Raze to continue using the same site. After all, the Dark Guild had always operated less like a traditional organization and more like a vast, shadowy network. Only key members needed to receive the message, once the order was passed down, the lower-ranked members followed without ever needing to attend meetings themselves.
But what stood before Raze now was nothing like what he remembered.
