Chapter 460: Rift

The first step was the hardest, and I nearly cried out as the mere motion of walking caused my side to twist, inflaming the sunpurge. But I gritted my teeth and, with my tail lashing at the pain, put my other foot forward. Fable shadowed me closely, ready to catch me should my trembling legs give way.

The cathedral was a shattered ruin of its former grandeur. The once beautiful mosaics and tiled floors were now a chaotic mosaic of destruction, littered with chunks of masonry ranging from pebbles to entire sections of the wall. Blood stained every surface, running in rivulets down the walls and pooling on the floor. I was constantly forced to step over the twisted bodies of dead cultists, their lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.