The descent into the Roman underworld was not a journey through history, but a plunge into a future that the world was not meant to see.
Beneath the ancient, sun-baked stones of St. Peter’s Basilica, far below the gilded tombs of forgotten popes, lay the Necropolis. But even deeper than the bones of saints sat the "Source" , a subterranean complex of obsidian glass and humming titanium that Ethan called the Blackwood Sanctum.
"They call it the Archives of the Unseen," Ethan whispered, his voice vibrating with the strange, harmonic frequency he had possessed since the cabin. He moved through the shadows of a thousand-year-old catacomb, his silver-streaked hair catching the faint, bioluminescent glow of the walls. "My father didn't just hide his money here. He hid the truth of the human bl
