Chapter 45 The Church

• Arch Priest Gerald’s POV
• The flickering candlelight danced across the stone walls of the temple, casting shadows that moved like phantoms among us. I stood at the head of the long table, flanked by my fellow priests, all of us clad in robes of deep crimson. There was a palpable sense of satisfaction in the air—a feeling that our plans were finally coming to fruition.
• “Eternia will be ours,” I declared, my voice steady and unwavering. The other priests leaned in, their expressions eager, anticipation crackling like the flames illuminating our meeting space.