They touched down as planned. A guard in a snappy uniform met them, then motioned them to a pair of vans. Drivers hurried them down twisty roads, sometimes narrow between claustrophobic hills, other times with wide open views that would have been magnificent in daylight. At last a medieval city sprang into view, huddled on a crumbling hillside, as if it were part of the mountain. Cypress could tell at a glance it was abandoned; no lights, no cars, no movement. They parked, pulling over against the hillside, and the guard confirmed his suspicions; it had been empty for some time, which made it the perfect place for the rogue coven to hide out.
"Though not in the city," he clarified, pointing to a collapsed structure. "It is perhaps too dangerous even for them. It is the catacombs beneath where they are sealed."