⟬ The following morning... ⟭
Tycondrius took a deep breath to calm his anxiety.
He and Lone were infiltrating the Basilica, the nigh-impenetrable fortress where the Holy Country's High Oracle resided.
Using his true form to sneak in was not a viable option. The risk of triggering the formations, entering as a non-human, were too great. Worse, there were likely additional and more dangerous formations within the grounds.
...And besides, snakes were not looked upon kindly as of recent centuries.
Entering the Basilica using proper channels would have him waiting for several suns, if not weeks-- longer if his unseen enemies were to act against him.
Those enemies had been an unrelenting hindrance to him in past moons.
Athena Vanzano's holdings in Caeruleum had been lost. Worshippers of the Snake Cult within the city's leadership had twisted their human laws to oppress him.
It was a grievous insult to him. It was infuriating.
