Living Necrocracies revealed themselves. Entities that had been veiled as Living Lives, their disguises maintained through methods that defied conventional detection…death mimicking life so convincingly that even elevated beings within the Sanctuary hadn't identified the infiltration.
One may wonder how such deception was possible. How death could mimic life so well and for so long without being discovered, how beings fundamentally opposed to everything this Sanctuary represented could hide in plain sight among their antithesis.
Oh!
The answer was terrifying in its simplicity…they'd been willing to suffer constant agony. Every moment maintaining the disguise had been torture as their death-aligned existence pressed against life-saturated environment, but they'd endured because the mission demanded it.
"FOR THE HIEROPHANT!"
