“The schism. The second schism. Warn them.”
“Watch.”
Alistair watched in horror as Dr. Amara’s eyes turned solid red. The mummified finger crumbled to dust. And the thing that wore the doctor’s body smiled with too many teeth. relic cardinal
He did the only thing a rational priest could do. He radioed the Vatican. “We have a situation.” “The schism
The scream that followed was not her own. It was a man’s voice, roaring through her throat, ancient and terrified. “The relic is not the saint. The relic is the cage. I am the cardinal. I was never holy. I was hungry.” roaring through her throat
Not yet. Not yet.