The morning arrived, casting light over the sorrows that plagued the night. Damian was running, his heart racing as he entered a large temple. His footsteps echoed through the empty halls as he moved quickly, desperate for something—answers, solace, anything to ease the storm raging inside him.
He pushed open the doors to the central worship room. The space was grand, magnificent even. At the far end, there was a towering star symbol, much like the crosses displayed in churches. The symbol loomed over him, an oppressive reminder of the lords, devils, and kings who reigned supreme over this cursed world.
