Jacob sat at the high seat of the massively expanded conference room. Golden projections of men and women lined the seats all around the room, all of them nobles of different kinds, with many of them being City Lords.
By now, the Holy Church controlled close to a hundred Pylons of Civilization. They had more people within their territories than any other faction on the planet, and their strength had only consolidated and grown. Yet they knew they still faced many challenges on Earth.
The Great Famine, as the crisis was dubbed, had been a major setback. No one knew what had been the cause of the event, and even Jacob’s divination skill always came up blank. This made him believe it had somehow been system-imposed.
Certain members of the Church who specialized in curses had come forward a
