Asher stepped out of the chamber, the dim torchlight flickering against the stone walls. He examined the badge in his hand—black metal with a crimson insignia carved into its surface.
Rank 7.
So, they have a hierarchy.
He slipped the badge into his coat pocket and exhaled. He could still feel the lingering weight of the entity's presence, the so-called "blessing" settling into his core like a dormant ember. Whatever it was, he'd figure it out later. After all unlike others this si really a blessing to him with no chains attached.
Evelyn was waiting just outside, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Not bad," she mused, tilting her head. "I half expected you to fail."
Asher scoffed. "Then you don't know me very well."
Evelyn chuckled. "Oh, I intend to."
She stepped closer, her red-tinted eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Now that you're officially one of us, there's something you should know."
Asher raised a brow. "And that is?"
