Deep beneath the jagged peaks of an unnamed mountain range, the order of the gathered. They didn't wear cloth; they wore heavy, oil-slicked robes made of woven industrial carbon. Their faces were hidden behind chrome-plated visors that pulsed with a steady, rhythmic violet light.
The cathedral wasn’t built for prayer; it was built for the . Dark Monks - Insane (BigRoom Techno)
"Initiate the sequence," the High Cantor whispered, his voice a mechanical rasp. Deep beneath the jagged peaks of an unnamed
In the center of the hall stood the , a monolith of obsidian and circuitry. they wore heavy