Wandering Tech-Priest in Multiverse

Chapter 9: The Crimson Church of Steel

It no longer resembled a church. Crimson metal panels had replaced the crumbling stone, and golden circuitry traced its surface like veins of divine energy.

Once dilapidated, the structure now stood as a striking monument to rebirth. Hardened resin coated the walls, shimmering subtly with a metallic sheen. The gold circuit-like etchings, inspired by the sacred iconography of the Adeptus Mechanicus, gave the facade an almost holy presence.

Inside, the central hall remained mostly unchanged—cold, metallic, utilitarian. The same metal slab sat in the center where Luthar often rested while planning. The difference now was the increase in floating servitors, patrolling silently like ghosts of forgotten labor. Mounted units on the walls hummed softly—ventilation systems, power converters, atmospheric filters. Unnecessary, perhaps, but operational. Efficient.

Flanking the hallway, six rooms had been restored. Each featured polished floors, reinforced doors, and basic bedding. Toilets had been reconnected to the city's rudimentary plumbing system. A proper bathhouse was still lacking, but Luthar had personally built a simple cleansing unit. It was minimal. Functional. Sufficient—for now.

Beneath the structure, at the sub-level, he had excavated a basement using specialized drones and plasma cutters. Part re