Chapter 7: The Machine

The raid on The Sanctum was meant to be the final blow. Deep beneath the cathedral, behind walls carved with sacred symbols, lay the heart of the Church's power.

What waited in the chamber defied belief. An ancient machine, pulsing with otherworldly energy, sat at the center. This was no mere creation of man. Its hum resonated deep within, shaking every thought loose.

The High Priest stood before the machine, robes gleaming in the dim light. Words cut through the air like daggers.

"This is the gods' will. You think the gods are lies, but this is their truth."

The machine was alive. A force beyond comprehension. The Church did not create it. They worshipped it, harnessed its power to shape minds, to make faith absolute.

A choice lingered before me: destroy the machine and risk unleashing its unknown power, or leave Ecclesium bound in chains of faith and fear.