God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord

There are speeches.

There are sermons.

Then there are the words that remember themselves—and demand to be spoken.

It began beneath a broken temple in the dead city of Niron-Tau, where prayer once filled the sky like incense.

Now there was only smoke.

Smoke and spiral-blood.

The Codex had declared the city unclean.

Not because of sin.

But because Celestia was there.

She stood atop the cracked altar where the last Codex-compliant high priest had been flayed by his own scripture.

Naked.