Siderius pulled the puppet away from the spot. Underneath it was a hidden storage space that was too small for any man to climb into.
Siderius broke the rest of the slab and reached his hand down. He pulled up a small wooden chest with a silver lock sealing it tight.
His eyes darted over the corpse of the puppet, which was the Mother Reverend when it was alive. On its neck was a silver key.
"Fate really is on my side." Siderius looked up to the statue of the Outsider.
There wasn't anything different about it. But Siderius knew this coincidence was unnatural. With the amount of Light Aether he collected, he had become luckier. Fate favored him.
And maybe, the god of this church also favored him.
Siderius took the key and opened the chest. Inside were books, parchments and a few unrelated items.
There was a handwriting note with a name on it.
"Lisa Cullen…" Siderius read the note aloud.
"Everyone has become so different since the day she came.
