The Coven of the Cornerstone: The essence stealers

Previously

…They had won a reprieve, a moment's peace, but the true battle was about to commence. The hum from the temple intensified, a palpable vibration that resonated in their bones. The air grew heavy, charged with an unseen energy. "Then we go in," Lorenzo said, his voice steady, though a knot of dread tightened in his stomach. "Now." He tightened his grip on the satchel, the Obsidian Orb a heavy weight against his hip, a burden and a weapon. The Coven's sanctuary awaited, and with it, the culmination of their darkest plans. The Syndicate, for all their menace, were merely a prelude. The true darkness lay within.