In the summit of the looming tower of Block 7, an eerie silence permeated every corner of the seventh Paragon's office. Within its muted confines were the first members and the leadership of the division, two of whom belonged to the strongest of all SIGIL Jaegers.
A crimson-haired vampire widened her velvet eyes, astounded by what she had heard from her Master. She leaned forward and muttered under her breath. "A cult? How could this be? And why are they..."
"Worshiping an Aberrant?" On the other hand, a black-suited young man found his face half shrouded by the cover of his fedora as he murmured in astonishment. After all, none would expect their assignment to be related to religious nutjobs who dared to consider an Aberrant their idol.
