"No," Julian smiled, the glow of the monitor reflecting in his eyes. "They will call it a return to the mystery."
It started as a low thrum, a rhythmic pulse that felt more like a heartbeat than music. Thomas followed the sound to the underground scriptorium, where a young novice named Julian sat hunched over a primitive arrangement of synthesizers and parchment. E N I G M A рџ™Џ Gregorian
"What is this, Julian?" Thomas whispered, though his heart raced with an unexpected thrill. "No," Julian smiled, the glow of the monitor
Julian pressed a key. A deep, resonant bass line filled the room, grounding the space. Then, he signaled to a group of brothers standing in the shadows. They began to sing the Salve Regina . " Julian smiled