The following morning, the coarse wooden table held the map of the breeding zones and the incriminating letter linking the Churches of Syon and Vyr. They seemed to emit a sinister glow under the flickering light of a candle consuming itself in its own wax, like a secret that could no longer be contained.
"Today is the day that Syon's silence will begin to break under the weight of its own lies," Kai whispered, slowly adjusting the straps of his leather boots, feeling the weight of responsibility upon his shoulders.
Lyla emerged from the adjoining room. Allice, Mira, and Thorne soon joined them, moving with the silent efficiency of those who have made danger their natural habitat. They knew that in this city, a single mistake, a whisper in the wrong place or an overly inquisitive look into the black eyes of an organic guard, could alert the powers ruling from the shadows.
