Back in the Sacred Order…
That was how Calhoun came to bear the mask, and a new name he had promised to raise with honor.
With this mask, no one would truly be able to suspect his identity.
But he had never expected his uncle to consent so readily. The matter had seemed far too grave and far too perilous to be cast aside so easily. Yet, whatever affairs awaited his uncle in the mortal realm had carried greater weight than this.
In the end, however, it had all unfolded in Calhoun's favor.
He was brought to the Astral Quarter: the most secretive district within the Sacred Order, where those born with rare affinities are gathered and trained for special use. It stood apart from the other district like a hidden sect within the mountains, its black–tiled halls and pale stone courtyard perched upon towering cliffs wreathed in silver mist.
