Article I. Chapter I. Section II.

Across the derelict city an eery calmness caked the air. Cold stillness was broken by the flicker of shadows cast from subsiding flames. For anyone in hiding this was just as good an opportunity as any to rise from their would-be coffin. True to this statement, a pale, ash-covered figure emerged from a hollow pile of debris. Their stride characterized by a limp stumble and inaudible wheezing. Despite any apparent disorientation, the individual nil wandered. His movement was steadfast and determined - as if compelled by an outside force. Curiously, rather than seek the Town’s outskirts, the person moved ever deeper into the utopia’s abyss. Further and further he dragged himself until collapsing at the base of a large marble staircase. Finally, the man reached his destination; he had in instinctive desperation sought out the Town’s place of worship. Heavily scathed, but surprisingly intact, the massive construct remained as the last standing structure.


The innate and immediate reaction for anyone raised under the oppression of the regime is to seek out the sanctuary of Numen's Shadow. Grotesque in decadence and monumental in stature, Numen's Shadow was constructed at the Town’s focal point. More precisely, the Town’s entire infrastructure was erected around the immense cathedral. All roads leading into and out of the Town was connected to it by some means or another. This was far less an architectural design as it was a mandate enforceable by death. Even those loyal to New Founding viewed it as a symbol of authoritarian cruelty. Leaving Numen's Shadow in a state of solitude served as a defiant act of condescension. An overwhelming visual metaphor. The orchestrators of the atrocious act are well aware of the New Founding’s methods of purging. By showering the temple in heresy they have forced the hand of New Founding against itself. Few means could grant as great a pleasure as witnessing Numen's followers dismantle the shrine of their deity.