The whispers started in the streets. Murmurs of unchecked power, of twisted morality hiding behind cloaks of faith, of the sanctuaries that were supposed to protect but had become dens of deceit. The Maga churches—grand institutions of divine magic—were no longer places of salvation. They were fortresses of greed, ruled by those who had long since forgotten the God they claimed to serve.   Cat had seen corruption in many forms—political, corporate, criminal—but this was different. The betrayal of trust in the name of faith struck a deeper chord. And when an old friend came to him, eyes hollow with despair, clutching a file of damning evidence, he knew this would be one of the most dangerous battles he’d ever fought.   It started with a knock on his door in the dead of night.