Hargen quickly succumbed to the soothing influence of the human throng – too many thoughts, conversations, actions, and endeavors in recent days. It was pleasant to once again immerse himself in the maternal embrace of emptiness, where everyone became equal for a moment, united in their profound yearning for doomed eternity.
For starters, he agrees to go into the church, leaving the remaining spots for other interested parties.
The meager March sun, reluctantly filtering through the few narrow windows of the ancient building, provides just enough light to avoid stumbling and bumping into other parishioners, but there is nothing to look at here – there are no decorations, not even candles; the only thing that adorns the gray stone is a carpet covering the entire floor, muffling the sound of footsteps. At the end of the hall is a colossal staircase leading down, its steps disappearing into the darkness.
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- What the... Who the hell needed to dig around there...? Wait... Is that the bald guy back??? Is he trying to start his cult here?
- Nah... How could he gather so many followers in just a couple of days?
- Hold on... Are you sure all "your" people are here? Maybe you have another dozen or so "souls" "living" somewhere else?
- What do you mean "forget it"??? Something weird is happening right under my nose, and you say "forget it"... Should I call the guard? What do you think? Who could be there? Your guy, what's his name... Tomasz? What would he be doing there???
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers