_Page One_ Rhea is dead. The twins care more about the killing than the purpose. This place was a beacon for five minutes, until it turned into a house of flagellantism. All of Gavril's citizens are gone now. A few managed to escape, but most of them died on the bloodstone. I don't even remember when the last one was killed... A year ago now? Two? We've been killing each other for so long, I can hardly separate killing for survival over killing for the ritual... What happened here? One day, we were following Saul's vision in pursuit of the golden city, and now I can't sleep without fear. Surely I lifted a brow when he said that he found such a city tucked in the isles—even without proof, I stayed loyal. I followed. But when he asked us to stay behind on the order of the Unseen Ones...