Marie Cornel left the tent and worriedly scanned the desolate landscape. It hadn't been yet an entire day since Lara disappeared, following Kurtis across the ruins of the Sibilla temple. The Navajo woman knew nothing since then and didn't expect news any time soon - her life experience didn't bode anything cheering.
Sighing, she turned and was about to enter back into the tent, where Radha was waiting, when suddenly something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.
A man emerged from the ruins and walked slowly, slowly towards her. He was wrapped in a kind of torn fabric, randomly taken from somewhere, and also carried a body wrapped in a similar garment in his arms. When he was close enough for her to recognize him, Marie went on to race and overtook them.
“Kurtis!” She cried, and clutched his arm. “What ...?”
For a moment, she was so surprised by his sudden appearance that she didn't realize when she touched him that she couldn't feel the usual warm
Chapter 50: Atonement
So there was only the sound of silence. The atmosphere of primeval creation.
Raphael guided them, as promised, to the Mother's Throne. That's not but the remains of the stone effigy which contained Her. She's awakened.
...awakened... the archangel's echo repeated.
Suddenly, Maddalena screamed in horror. Then she covered her mouth, but it was too late. She'd just seen Lara's corpse at the altar.
Kurtis turned his face towards there. “What’s happening?” He said. “I can't see anything.”
Thank God for that, the archangel said, for your blindness is a blessing...
Not convinced, the Lux Veritatis took a step forward, but a choked voice stopped him: “My son... you're here.”
The old man was curled up at the foot of the bloodstained altar. He still clutched the book in his hands, but he left it aside, speechless, when his eyes spotted the glowing angel behind Kurtis. “Then you've co
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