In the stone-white cathedral of Ophris, with its towering red spires that pierced the pale sky like solemn sentinels, many routes—both open and hidden—wound downward into a well-concealed, sprawling subterranean network.
Unlike Drakensmar, where the underground layers pulsed with structure and order, the underbelly of Ophris was something else entirely.
It wasn't underdeveloped, per se, but it lacked centralization.
Each noble family and influential organization had carved out its own private chamber of secrets—depths better left buried beneath layers of soil and stone.
The Church, as one of the most enduring institutions in all of Ophris, and indeed in the neighboring realms as well, was no exception. It harbored perhaps the most dangerous secrets of all.
The colossal cathedral at the heart of the capital stood as one of the most powerful and influential branches of the Church's presence.
