Chapter 65

• They gathered at the long obsidian table beneath the Chapel of Teeth.
• A room lies deep beneath the Earth's surface, behind iron gates and forgotten tombs. It has long halls lined with the skulls of saints who dared to scream. The walls are decayed and filled with memories, made from the bones of martyrs and traitors. Red candles light the arches, their flames never melt or die. The air is thick and heavy with blood, incense, and the sour smell of sweat absorbed into centuries of stone. This is home.
• No one bowed. They never did. Not to each other. Not to the gods they’d dethroned. Not to the world that buried them.