Kenzo stared at the altar like it personally insulted him.
"To an unknown god?" he repeated, brows pulling together. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Atman didn't answer. He stood rigid in front of the stone, eyes fixed on the inscriptions along the walls. The terror from a moment ago didn't leave - it just shifted shape. It became something tighter, more desperate, like his mind tried to grab every detail.
Kenzo turned in place, scanning the circular chamber. The letters looked carved with care, big enough to be read from across the room. But to Kenzo, they were just shapes. Curves, angles, repeating patterns that maybe had meaning without offering it.
"And more than that…" Kenzo said, voice lowering despite himself. "What's the Cataclysm?"
Atman's jaw was clenched, and he didn't say anything.
Kenzo frowned harder. "Atman?"
Atman blinked, once. Twice. Then his hand moved inside his cloak, and for a heartbeat Kenzo thought he was reaching for some hidden weapon.
