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The Order 02

“Virtue! Virtue! Virtue!” The obsidian walls echoed back Olen’s vow. The crowd of Haedians shifted in response, and their black chains rattled in the darkness. Olen breathed heavily after her outburst, hackles raised and legs steady. The skeletal elder in front of her seethed. “Ignorant fool! Blind follower of the light!” he spat, his hissing voice spilling with contempt. “The only heretic here is you!” The elder spun around, the chains around his neck lashing the air like a whip, and Olen was sure he was attacking now. Instead the Elder stood with his back turned to her, raised his head and thumped the ground with his tail. He whispered something to the crowd in a voice that was so raspy Olen couldn’t make out the words, but she figured it wouldn’t bode well. The Haedians reacted like an electric shock had gone through them – they stirred in a wave, whispers and change flowing through them. Confusion shook Olen temporarily out of her rage, and she remembered Cailu’s presence again.