When Eclipse opened his eyes, it wasn't the afterlife that greeted him.
It was stone.
Rough, black stone.
And the rhythmic drip… drip… drip of water falling from somewhere above.
His body throbbed with a slow, heavy ache. Everything felt distant. Muffled. The world spun twice before finally settling into focus. His ears rang. His vision blurred.
But he was alive.
That in itself was a miracle.
"You're awake."
The voice came from a man seated across the chamber. Not large, but cloaked in purple and silver, his robe stitched with the same half-eye sigil Eclipse had seen on the cult's church doors. His face was calm. Too calm.
Eclipse sat up slowly. His ribs protested, and his leg gave a warning pulse.
He glanced around. He was inside. Somewhere beneath the surface. A sanctum, by the looks of it.
Seven figures sat or stood in a loose semi-circle.
Cult leaders.
