[Suzerain of Sheol]

Several days pass in fraught succession. Little is said between the group as Kasdeja's alien presence bears down upon them. They travel eastward, several miles inland from the coast, taking to the remnants of roads when it is safe to do so, trekking across the blasted wilderness when it is not.

Eventually, they arrive at the outskirts of a ruined settlement. It's broad, decapitated pillars hearken back to a lost age, even its memory forgotten by the world, the vision of grand open-air temples and acropoli long faded into the void of history.

Shealtiel informs them that they have reached the ruins of Phillipi, where Paul once preached in the wake of his master's death. Among the broken columns, small, disparate shelters can be seen, though there is no sign of movement among them.

Kasdeja seems unperturbed by their stop; if anything, the Nephilim looks to be idly curious about the ruins, standing in the central aisle of the APC, gazing vacantly out the front window. What he is thinking is, as always, an impossible enigma.