The Theatre

The rescue party — Adrien, Nell, Katherine, and a company of Sardinian mercenaries led by Captain Ferrante — pressed deeper into the ancient Roman tunnels beneath the university, guided only by torchlight as the ritual’s power surged around them. The stone walls cracked and splintered under the pressure, centuries-old mortar crumbling in thin streams, while the floor pulsed with a rhythmic, bone-deep vibration. The hum was no longer something felt beneath hearing — it had become a physical…