Ash's thoughts swirled like a violent storm within his skull, the revelation of the 11th Apostle's identity sending a shiver down his already bone-chilling form.
'The Cult of Jhrakthor, huh?' he mused, his jaw unhinging ever so slightly as he contemplated this unforeseen development.
'I had a feeling they were the ones behind this. I originally created them to be enemies for the main character in a future arc. I didn't expect to see them here so early.'
His thoughts raced faster than a demon's steed, trying to anticipate the sinister machinations of the cult.
One thing was certain: he was now squarely in their sights, and they would not rest until he was eliminated.
The Cult of Jhrakthor was a force to be reckoned with, their dark influence stretching far and wide, like the grasping tendrils of an unseen predator.
