Gopher wood looked over the alter at the front of the indoor chapel dedicated to the harmony. After so many years of posing as a pastor for the harmony, he became indifferent to being in a place of worship dedicated to the desecrator of his Aeon.

he sighed through his nose, posture straight and face composed as he ran his gloved fingers over the marble, wiping the thin layer of dust that he accumulated over the past few days and stood there in contemplation for a few moments.