He thought the Eye was closed.
He was wrong.
It remembers.
Detective Daniel Durr once walked away from faith; after the fire, after the cave, after the boy. But when bodies begin to surface across the city, marked with ritual scars and shards of mirrored glass, he is pulled back into the orbit of a secret Order, an ancient wound, and the god that was never buried.
The Eye does not prophesy. It collects. Now, it is reflecting everything Daniel tried to forget, his father's whispers, his own unraveling, and the child drawing spirals in blood beneath the city's bones.
As the severed Orb tightens and the Vessel begins to wake, Daniel must descend into a forgotten sanctum where memory becomes liturgy, mirrors are scripture, and the wound cries out to be worshipped.
Because the Eye is not evil.
It's holy.
And it's watching.
A sacred horror. A mirrored god. A sacrifice already made.