The One Snap Boy
Marcus Grant was a special child. Anything he wanted, he could have with a snap of his fingers. But life like that gets boring. He snapped away comfort, and his power, and thrust himself into a new world. One with new people to meet, new things to do, and new challenges to conquer. If you enjoy, be sure to drop some stones! You can contact me here: Discord: Stormzz#4473 My other work (WSA): https://www.webnovel.com/book/system-of-legends-i-will-lead-them-all!_23117959906254205
- Cult in the Capital
The cult in the capital were found in a run down building on the outskirts of the area. It was the kind of building that provided the perfect camouflage for something, having enough of presence that everyone knew it was there while being old and decrepit enough that the people who walked past it every day paid it no attention. Plus it was a thematic choice for a cult of a God of rot and decay. The building itself was large, but rather average for an abandoned building.
As they arrived at the building, Marcus and Elanor found that the number of people that the cult had in the capital was far larger than the group that had ambushed them. Each of them looked unclean, despite the condition of none being as severe as the old man.
"So, what does the cult truly want, and what do they believe?" Marcus asked. "You said you would tell me what you could."