While Marcus transferred the Foundation's archives to encrypted drives, Luna found herself drawn to a section of the underground chamber that seemed older than the rest. The walls here were built from stone that predated the church above, and the air carried traces of incense and blood that spoke of rituals performed centuries before modern surveillance equipment was even imagined.
"The original Hunter's Lodge," Marcus said, noticing her interest. "This is where it all began."
Luna approached a series of glass cases containing artifacts that made her supernatural senses recoil with instinctive warning. Ancient crossbow bolts tipped with silver and inscribed with symbols that seemed to writhe in the display lighting. Ceremonial daggers whose blades had been blessed with oils that would bu
