Abandoned skyscrapers are silent masses in the night, blocking the light of the stars. The glittering, faceted dome of Karma City rises in the distance. It looks like the streets are crowded with people?...No...statuesWith a popping noise, two figures materialize in the darkness. Followed by silence ( Read more... )

Osmund Saddler is still in the Nexus, albeit a very dark and secluded corner of it. He's searching, although, by all appearances, he's standing perfectly still, staff clutched in both fists, cowl drawn forward to shadow his face ( Read more... )

( For a third time, Osmund Saddler's robes are stained by his own blood. )

Saddler pushes the doors to the chapel open with either palm, and sweeps down the aisle. His robes billow with the motion. A train of Illuminados follows closely behind and Saddler motions for them to stay outside. They constitute unnecessary stimulus, and though they would never betray him or his plans, he still retains a need for the ( Read more... )

Saddler sits in his throne room, drumming his clawed fingers on the arm of his chair. He can sense that Salazar has returned to the village, and from what the plaga can tell him, he is considerably healthier. Whole, at least. He can also see a creature in Salazar's mind. Small, purple, primate-like. Saddler believes he's seen it through Salazar's ( Read more... )