The Sanctuary's great hall had been transformed into something that barely resembled a place of refuge. Ancient stones that had once witnessed ceremonies of healing and protection now bore scorch marks from our battle with the Primarchs. Makeshift barricades constructed from splintered furniture and fallen timber created defensive positions throughout the space, while supernatural beings who had been mortal enemies days ago worked together to tend wounds and organize supplies.
But it was the silence that disturbed me most.
Three days had passed since Lord Cassius's destruction, and in that time, we'd managed to contain most of the thrall armies and establish some semblance of order. The remaining Primarchs had vanished completely, leaving behind a power vacuum that every supernatural fac
