Ch 100: Public Display - Part 1

Father Romus led Fenrir and Maric through the ornate hallways of the temple to its inner sanctuary. The heavy scent of incense filled the air, and golden symbols of faith gleamed dimly in the candlelight.

Despite his attempts to appear composed, his unease betrayed him—the way his steps faltered and his hands trembled ever so slightly when unlocking the sanctuary door.

Once inside, Romus closed the door firmly behind them, as though shutting out the world might steady his nerves. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of divine energy resonating from a relic on the altar. 

Fenrir rolled his wheelchair forward with ease, his calm presence unnerving Romus further, while Maric stepped confidently beside him, his youthful appearance and radiant energy contrasting starkly with the priest's growing discomfort.

"Father Romus," Fenrir began, his tone warm but edged with amusement. "You seem... troubled."