The approach to Saint Meridian's Cathedral took them through streets that had been abandoned long before the supernatural forces moved in. Broken windows stared like empty sockets from buildings that had once housed families, shops, dreams. Now they served as watchtowers for things that had never been human, their shadowed depths hiding eyes that tracked the trio's movement with predatory interest.

Azrael felt another pulse from the divine sigil, stronger this time, sending waves of ...