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Saint Tenebrous had yet to finish his work when thunderous words suddenly rang through his mind, and the world around him abruptly fell silent.
Majestic whispers drilled into his head, the language and disordered text becoming information that appeared directly in his spirituality:
"...End the investigation into the assassination? Receive a newcomer? Praise the Lord!"
Saint Tenebrous pressed his temples and knelt to pray:
"Your will be done!"
Once the revelation ended, Saint Tenebrous excitedly circled his desk several times.
"A newcomer... an Oracle named by the Lord." He gradually calmed down and began skillfully interpreting the divine will. "Lewis has just died, and a new X is taking office. There's no question that he's the Lord's Blessed, and this also involves the 'Sanctuary' and the 'Elect.' I must meet him first... Lewis's affairs also need wrapping up. I must handle this properly."
Klein followed Mr. Z through a safety passage into the now-closed Factory District. They passed through a sparse, pitch-black grove, rounded a corner, and headed toward a larger building.
The factory wasn't large, and they walked in silence for several minutes. Klein watched his surroundings with both vigilance and curiosity-based on his observations along the way and the precautions listed on the signs, he believed this was a metal parts processing factory.
There were roughly four or five buildings, though he couldn't tell which were workshops. Factories of this size could be found everywhere on Backlund's outskirts.
No one would have imagined that this factory, less than ten kilometers from the city, was the Aurora Order's base in Backlund. The buyers placing orders would probably also have struggled to imagine that their purchases came from the hands of cultists.
In an era with incomplete identification and census systems, a few months of gas, water, and