Chapter 98 Divine Hole For The Gods I

• The moon hung heavy over the ruined courtyard. Pale and swollen, it spilled silver over the cracked temple floor where moss climbed between ancient sigils, long faded with time. No one came here anymore, not since the edict, not since the last High Priest screamed into flame beneath the altar.
• But Kael had heard the voice.
• It began with whispers, slithering into his dreams, curling down his spine like warm breath. It was not one voice but many, overlapping, echoing through stone and memory. He had resisted. He had prayed harder, fasted longer. But the whispers grew teeth. They said his name like a promise. Like a claim.