The First Age

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Long into the night did Armande contemplate the Ascendancy's message.

He lost count how many times he replayed the video. Eager and straining for reinterpretation.

However, every time the ouroboros showed itself, Armande's stomach turned sick, but he made himself memorize its shape until the scars grew bright behind otherwise disbelieving eyes. Nikolai Brandon was once Atharim, but under who's reign? Where were the records of his initiation?

Sleep did not come that night. Nor the following day. He locked himself deep in this office, and rose only to savor a drink of water across parched lips. Everything upon which his task was built must be newly critiqued. It was like Michelangelo redesigning all of Saint Peter's just before the last stone was laid.

When he finally emerged, he was pale from the lack of sleep and drawn from the dizzying search for knowledge.

"I must go to the Vatican," he sent out the order to his staff and departed in preparation for the journey. In the meantime, he ordered an immediate stand-down of all Atharim against the Ascendancy until the truth of these matters became clear.

They were all in grave danger.