Across the world, people began to move.
Not openly, and not loudly, but everywhere at once.
The Grand Heretic Sect, which had remained hidden for centuries, finally started to act. It did not appear like an army marching forward, and it did not announce itself with power, but it spread quietly and steadily like something that had always been there.
In small houses tucked between crowded streets, candles were lit in silence while people closed their doors and lowered their heads as they whispered prayers that were not taught by any church. Their voices were soft, almost trembling, yet there was a strange firmness behind them.
In abandoned buildings and underground halls, cloaked figures gathered without making a sound, and their hands pressed together as they murmured his name again and again, as if afraid that speaking louder might break something fragile.
