Chapter 1129: Story 1129: Oath of the Masked Circle
Chapter 1129: Story 1129: Oath of the Masked Circle
The moon was a red coin in the sky—bleeding light across the old ruins of the Hollow Temple.
Beneath its gaze, thirteen figures stood in perfect formation. Cloaked in ash-grey robes, their faces hidden behind featureless white masks. Each bore a symbol carved into the mask’s forehead: a spiral, a flame, a fang, a fang in flame, and more—glyphs older than language.
This was the Masked Circle, and tonight, they were to swear the Oath of Binding.
Madame Grin watched from behind a cracked pillar, breath held like a coin in her throat. Her tavern walls had long whispered rumors of this night—a once-in-a-decade ritual where the cult renewed its covenant with the Hollow One. But no witness had ever lived to tell what truly happened.
She wasn’t here to watch.
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