The night after Nathan's conversation with Pandora, the city of Rome lay shrouded in a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional cry of a drunken reveler in the streets or the distant clang of metal as guards made their patrols. The moon was veiled by thin clouds, its pale light casting the city in a ghostly hue. It was the perfect night for shadows to move unnoticed.
Nathan slipped silently through the narrow alleyways, his cloak pulled tight around his shoulders, until he reached his true destination: a peculiar and heavily fortified prison hidden deep within the city.
This was no ordinary holding place. It was the very same prison that had once confined Pompey—an infamous place, guarded with almost obsessive care. But Nathan wasn't here for Pompey obviously. His purpose lay deeper inside, behind doors that even Caesar himself had chosen to keep tightly locked.
