The air in the sanctuary was thick with the weight of unspoken things. Sain lay unconscious on a makeshift cot, the faint pulse of the Core within him the only sign he was still alive. His body was no longer his own—he was a prisoner to the very thing that was meant to control the plague, a symbol of the Citadel's hubris. And yet, despite the toll it was taking on him, there was something in his stillness, something in the way his body glowed faintly with the energy of the Core, that made Leia believe there was hope.
The elder's words echoed in her mind as she walked the narrow path toward the heart of the sanctuary. “The Wolf God's power lies deep within the ruins. But what you find there may not be what you expect."
They had only just begun to scratch the surface of what lay ahead. The
