Lucien's consciousness snapped back into his Split Body.
He found himself in the same room he'd glimpsed earlier.
Dimly lit, filled with the flicker of candles. One look at the ornate stone walls and the faint scent of incense told him exactly where he was.
The chapel.
Or at least, that's what it was supposed to be.
To him now, it felt more like the lair of a cult.
Then...
Like a wave crashing down, an oppressive aura swept through the room. The air grew heavier with unseen pressure.
Lucien realized that his Aura of Sovereign had carried over with him.
He raised his gaze.
The sight that met him was almost identical to before… only this time, it felt worse.
The people were now kneeling passionately.
Their heads bowed, their forms trembling.
A soft, haunting music echoed through the room. Each note crawled along his skin like ice.
And the chanting…
It made him want to leave all over again.
Then, movement caught his attention.
