First came the sacred halls, the vast and magnificent buildings, corridors bathed in holy light, broad plaza courtyards, fountains, and lavish bedrooms...
It was like Heaven.
Countless rare treasures, extravagant lives, and innumerable loyal servants...
At every moment, devout hymns echoed from sanctuaries everywhere. White-robed priests discussed the essence of the Holy Edict in libraries, squares, beneath statues, or under the shade of trees. Solemn guards and colossi patrolled the streets and city walls, protecting the eternal Holy Land and paradise.
Viewed through the Predator Angel's perspective, the splendor within the Gospel Throne was vividly displayed.
Of course, there was even more... the eerie flesh chambers squirming in darkness beneath the sacred halls, countless buried skeletons beneath the grand buildings, blood plasma nourishing the vivid flowers in the courtyards, fine threads deftly sewn across the servants' faces by morticians, and the omnipresent strange whispers permeating the air and holy light.
Purity and darkness seemed to alternate endlessly between two sides. Stare at them too long, and they left one dizzy and entranced.
Yet those were merely fleeting fragments from Source Matter memories. The records left behind by the Predator Angel contained more daily devout praises, communion rituals during prayer, the Holy Oil received during recovery, how to maintain weapons after slaughter in the arena, and daily ascetic self-flagellation...
Everything had been witnessed through his eyes, and even the sensory signals of his body had been meticulously recorded by the chip in his skull.
The activated chip, which seemed like bodily tissue, had been created from flesh and Source Matter samples taken on the spot after his capture, cultivated using materials from his own body. It had even fused into his Source Matter and soul. While this ensured maximum concealment, it had also lost most of its functions.
Even if fully