Chapter 90 - The Black Saints.

The hall was dark and filled with a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the faint flickering of crimson torches lining the ancient stone walls. Their eerie glow cast long, twisted shadows across the obsidian pillars that stretched high into the unseen ceiling, creating the illusion of shifting figures lurking within the gloom. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense—bitter, metallic, and laced with something far more sinister, something that clung to the lungs like a curse.