An eye. A single eye staring down at him from the ceiling. It was massive. And as Silas and the eye made contact, it seeped back into his ceiling, sending a shiver down his spine.
"This city… this world… something is fucked. Beyond the control of the Sentinels, something else is here," Silas muttered, his mind running through every possibility, until an unfinished subject resurfaced in his head. "The gods. Paradoxia, the goddess apparently ruling over this country. Is there information on it?"
[Accessing Restricred Database]
[Information has been Glazed]
[Unable to access]
"Glazed?" Silas muttered, but before he could continue his train of thought…
Knock Knock Knock Knock… Knock Knock
