The moon hung high over the Aldric household, but the air inside the guest room was thick with a tension that felt heavier than the world itself.
Lyrien sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling as she clutched the soft blankets Naomi had provided.
"I am a disciple of the Chaos Temple," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Noah, leaning against the doorframe, narrowed his eyes.
He had heard the name.
In the memories of the Count and the dusty ancient scrolls he had read, the Chaos Temple was described as a supreme monarch.
If the Primordial Empire was the king of the physical world, the Chaos Temple was the god of the spiritual and fundamental one. Even the mightiest emperors bowed their heads when a priest of Chaos walked by.
