Chapter 33: Machina (3)
I walked quietly down the hallway lined with white marble.
The soft light descending from the ceiling reflected against the floor, creating an atmosphere that felt almost sacred.
So I matched the vibe—put on my most solemn, reverent face and strolled ahead like I belonged.
Every time I passed another priest, I offered a slight nod.
Despite my unfamiliar face, none of them seemed suspicious. They simply nodded back and went on their way.
Probably because even at a glance, it was obvious I was a full-body prosthetic.
I kept moving deeper into the compound.
The hallway began to narrow, the spacing between candles on the walls grew wider.
Fewer people.
And then—I found something off.
Two priests stood in front of a massive iron door, their hoods pulled so low I couldn’t even see their faces.
But that wasn’t what made them suspicious. I’d seen plenty of white-robed weirdos on the way here. This cult had so many secret chambers it might as well have been a dungeon crawler level.