The East Basement vibrated with a constant, heavy hum. St. Celeste was awake.
The ancient temple recognized the incoming threat and stood on high alert.
The silver runes of the Primordial Pantheon covered every single brick in the room and glowed with intense, blinding light.
Lithos knelt in the dark abyss of Level -5.
Raziel felt the massive stone construct waiting in the deep through his connection to the foundation.
The guardian powered down its offensive protocols and waited for a direct command.
Raziel stood at the head of the wooden table. He looked at the faces of his team.
Four days remained on the clock.
Elector Mordecai marched down the Pilgrim's Path with thirty elite Inquisitors, ten master sealers, and the Oracle in chains.
"This is the final plan," Raziel stated and placed his scarred hands flat on the table.
Zorya, Lucian, Lara, Caius, and Gideon gathered around the architectural blueprint of the academy.
