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In an alternate 21st century, unseen by the eyes of ordinary men, a war rages in the shadows.
The Order of the Silent Flame, an ancient brotherhood of exorcists, stands as humanity’s last line of defense against the demonic forces led by Centurion, the fallen warlord of the underworld. Armed with sacred relics, forbidden rituals, and unbreakable vows, the exorcists work in secrecy to protect a world that does not even know it’s under siege.
As the darkness spreads and Centurion’s legions grow bolder, cracks begin to form in the veil that hides the truth from humanity. And among the Order, a new generation must rise—one that will uncover long-buried secrets, face the betrayal of old allies, and decide whether the Silent Flame will continue to burn… or be snuffed out forever.

Apostles' War

Eidalein – Mirror Chapel, Late Afternoon

The light inside the Mirror Chapel was unlike anything Elian had ever seen. It didn't come from the sun or ceiling torches. It pulsed from the walls themselves — soft, silvery light that reflected not one's face, but something deeper.

Elian stared into the polished glass panels and saw himself… distorted. His tired eyes. His hunched shoulders. But more than that — his guilt. His fear. His shame.

"It shows the fractures first," a voice said behind him.

"Before it ever reveals the strength."

Elian turned — stiffly, out of instinct.

She stood tall, statuesque. Bronze skin caught the light like polished earth. Her black hair was tightly braided, bound with a single silver clasp at the end.

But her presence was weight enough.

Reina Davos.

The Apostle of Justice.

"You're Elian Reyes," she said, crossing the chapel with slow, measured steps.

"Apostle of Kindness. Newly awakened. Still trembling."

He swallowed, unsure how to respond.

She tilted her head. "You speak like someone who still doubts what you've become."

"I'm not like any of you. I don't know how to fight. I didn't grow up believing in this kind of war."

Reina studied him — not unkindly, but without flinching.

"Justice doesn't care for belief," she said. "It responds to consequence."

She stepped beside him, facing her own reflection in the glass. It shimmered — revealing not a fracture, but a memory. A battlefield. Blood. Chains breaking. A screaming child in her arms.

She nodded. "I became an Apostle while defending the last free city in Crete. I didn't have time to question the sigil. I only had time to act."

"You do have time, Elian. That's rare. But don't waste it."

"The demon legions are already moving. You may not have chosen this. But the moment you heard them whisper… the moment your sigil burned…

The mark still glowed faintly beneath his bandage.

Reina's gaze softened slightly. She rested a hand on his shoulder — firm, but not cruel.

"No one here expects perfection. Only conviction."

Silence stretched between them, reverent.

Then Reina spoke again, her tone like tempered steel.

"You've endured your first terror. You've survived your first test."

"Tomorrow, you begin the second phase of your training."

Elian looked up sharply. "Second?"

She didn't elaborate, just grinned

She simply turned and walked toward the chapel's great doors.

"Rest tonight. Report to the Eastern Edge at first light.."

And with that, the Apostle of Justice vanished into the sacred stillness — leaving Elian with only his reflection and the weight of what was coming.

Chapter 13 - The Weight of Justice