Think about the end of the Black Mountain Hospital, such a large airship crashed on the ridge, and the aftermath still hasn't been completely cleaned up by the Cleaners to this day.
Heracles took a deep breath, considering whether to flee back to Ingwig overnight.
...
"Praise God, praise the Father, praise this beautiful world."
The Priest continued to recite from the stage, appearing deeply absorbed, but it was unclear if those dining below were listening; at least he was proving his devotion to God, or to those hidden observers.
Above the underground hall was a concealed second-floor gallery, but with no lights, no one could distinguish it from the darkness.
Corey was sitting there, enveloped in shadows.
He observed the laughing crowd below, each face showing sincere smiles as they prayed together for the delicious food.
A contemptuous smile appeared on his pallid face, Corey was like a Shepherd, and those people were his flock.
"Corey Ferre."
