The night before the ritual, tension hung heavy in the air. The team gathered one last time, reviewing their roles and confirming their contingencies. The success of their mission depended on precision and stealth, and there was no room for error.
As midnight approached, Fenrir donned his veil once more, transforming back into his true form beneath the guise of a humble priest. He moved with purpose through the temple's corridors, his mind focused on the task ahead. The hooded figures, now identified as corrupt apostles, were preparing for the ritual that would cement their dominance.
Fenrir reached the designated location—a secluded chamber deep within the temple's inner sanctum. The room was lit by flickering candles, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. At the center stood the lead apostle, a stern-faced priest known for his ruthless efficiency. Surrounding him were several high-ranking priests, their eyes fixed on him with unwavering loyalty.