Chapter 112: God's Chosen Apostle

Damon remembered that day vividly—the day Marcus truly lost himself to his delusion of divine purpose. It was the day he became utterly convinced that the voice in the stone was the voice of God.

That morning, Damon was seated with his usual companions: Leona Valefier, Xander Ravenscroft, Sylvia, and Evangeline. The cafeteria buzzed with the chatter of students, oblivious to the storm brewing in Marcus's mind.

Marcus stood in a shadowed corner, clutching the so-called sacred stone—a common sound stone crudely carved into a semblance of divinity. His eyes were bloodshot, and dark bags hung beneath them, evidence of a sleepless night spent conversing with his "God."

"I am God's chosen apostle... I will rid the world of evil…" he muttered, his voice low and feverish. The jagged look in his eyes betrayed both fear and resolve.