Hurt people hurt people.
Mother Reverend believed that as well.
She had already foreseen what would happen if the cardinal's madness reached its peak. If he succeeded, she knew it wouldn't be the end. If anything, it would only mark the beginning of another endless bloodshed.
"I had a vision," she said. "It was only a glimpse. You may call it silly, but I believe in such things. In that vision, I saw Madam Zorken standing before a ruined, century-old cathedral—its walls stained with the blood of those who served the church."
A wry smile touched her lips. "At first, I didn't realize it was Madam Zorken. I thought it was someone else entirely. Initially, it was merely a dream… until it began appearing even when my eyes were open. That was when I understood what it meant."
