The Journey to Oclesedor

Prologue

Decius

Firelight flickered against the ancient slate walls as the men in blue and black masks marched deeper into the catacombs. Footsteps shuffled and scraped the ground, and the soft sound of their cloaks dragged against the sandstone. The masked men halted as they came to a dead-end and silently waited.

Decius, a tall young man with a lean build, emerged from the heart of the gathering and strode to the wall, blocking their path. A single bracket was fastened to its center, harboring a weak blue fla...