The sanctuary, the place where the Church of Unbinding had its main base, was deep beneath what had once been a shopping center.
The walls were crude compared to what the humans did build when the apocalypse was just a hypothetical matter. But they were effective enough to mask their presence from surface detection.
In the central chamber, a system's artifact was on a pedestal, pulsing since it was currently activated. It was displaying the sky above the region.
Jorik watched the eighth citadel arrive, and he could not stop trembling, both for fear and rage.
"They're beautiful," Mara said. Her eyes tracked the smaller vessels forming a defensive line around each floating fortress. "Beautiful and terrible."
"They're problems," Jorik said, adjusting the scrying focus to zoom in on the nearest flying fortress. Strange symbols covered its hull, and shapes moved within. They were nonhuman figures.
