THE HIDDEN'S ORDER MYSTERY

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Kerrigan was in the most hidden room of the order. Only Dominus may be aware of its existence. There lay the Order's darkest secret and the source of its power.

Kerrigan kneeled on the cold, hard ground of the dimly lit chamber, surrounded by ancient tapestries and flickering candlelight. Her eyes closed in an expression of deep adoration for the mysterious entity before her. In her mind, thousands of swirling images conveyed both magnificence and horror. Every image held equal significance for her, blurring the line between beauty and terror.

Kerrigan felt incredible pleasure from the power coursing through her, a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced, even with her adored wife, Rowena. Kerrigan felt her body burn as if an infinite fire were eating her. Her ecstasy surged from within, cascading through her in undulating waves of bliss that rendered her spent and sprawled on the ground. As she cautiously opened her eyes, the ominous presence in front of her finally spoke.

Kerrigan said pleadingly:

"Do not ask me that, please. I have an offer for you. It's not perfect, but it is powerful."

Kerrigan was forcefully slammed against the unforgiving cold stone wall, feeling the rough surface pressing into her back, a powerful grip constricting her neck, and suffocating each breath into a desperate struggle. The chilling words spoken at that moment froze her in fear.

"But..."

As Kerrigan processed the chilling words and their grave meaning, a tumult of conflicting emotions surged, forcing her to acknowledge the harsh reality: she had no choice but to comply. Afterwards, she listened carefully and smiled gratefully.

"Thank you; I am infinitely grateful. I promise you will enjoy the offering."

Kerrigan stayed silent, absorbing the gravity of the secret information revealed to her. The information was too significant; it was meant to remain secret.

Kerrigan closed the hefty door with a resounding thud and whispered an ancient incantation, causing it to shimmer and vanish into thin air. She then entered the offering room and smiled.

William Thompson visited Theolinda later in the evening. He was in his fifties, tall, slightly overweight, with light brown hair, small brown eyes, and an arrogant demeanor.

William believed he was important, and you might say that he was. He owned Avalon University, a well-known institution. Only the elite were granted entrance to the exclusive place. Unlike the Order's university, only normal degrees were studied—nothing about magic. His fraternities and sororities were known for their allegedly secretive and wild initiations.

On the other hand, William was the Supreme Leader of the High Magic Cult, a magical research facility purportedly dedicated solely to white and light magic.

William examined the Brady Investigations office and deemed it appropriate. Theolinda urged him to sit, and Arabella offered him coffee, but he declined. Theolinda began to inquire: