The church was thrown into motion almost immediately.
People were displaced from their usual duties, corridors flooded, halls that should have remained quiet suddenly swarmed.
The andestine structure itself, which looked less like something constructed and more like it had been carved whole out of a single gargantuan block, now felt alive with movement.
Voices echoed. Footsteps overlapped.
Authority shifted hands too quickly to track.
If I had to estimate, there were nearly a thousand people present.
Not an exaggeration. And even then, they barely made a dent in the sheer scale of the church estate.
Imagine A thousand bodies, swallowed by stone.
Naturally, no one took my words at face value.
They couldn't afford to.
Confirmation followed.
A rank-verifying trial which was nothing dramatic on the surface, no grand spectacle. I was escorted into a secluded chamber, one that felt wrong the moment I stepped inside.
