A desolate place

Kate stepped in closer to the mausoleum.

It was unkempt, dusty, most of all relic. Kate observed thoroughly the signs that held the door closed. All she could tell, the signs was a mixed of Sumerian, Latin and Sanskrit. It was odd enough that the words were encrypted by many encryptions and it wasn’t conforming knowing how hard it is to decrypt a multi-boundary spell.

“Can you open it?” Gilt queried.

Kate did not reply.

She began to wave her hands, decrypting and summoning the symbols. The symbols flew wildly as she rearranged them. In one last wave, the words form like words mustered.

“It’s a series of caesar shifts and transposition cypher.” She shrugged and began to explain. “They jumbled the words into different languages to confuse people, but they all hold the same meaning if you translate the words into English. ‘The blood moon will show the way.’ That’s what it says, at least that’s what I understand of the context.”