Suddenly, the chanting faltered. A ripple of unease spread through the chamber, palpable even amidst the fervour.
The air crackled with a sudden, almost tangible tension.
Cain felt it instantly, a prickling sensation on his skin, a tightening in his gut.
The woman, her face previously serene, now wore a mask of apprehension.
She turned towards the entrance of the chamber, her eyes widening in a mixture of awe and fear.
"Our lord has arrived," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the hushed murmurs of the followers.
She immediately scrambled to her knees, dropping her head in supplication, the other members following suit and even prostrating themselves on the dirty floor.
Just as quickly, Silas entered the chamber, his presence radiating an almost palpable aura of power.
