The Dark Wizard and the Inquisitor

...... Why would this matter involve cultists? As interrogator Josaco descended the steps of the Tash Prison, he pondered. The deeper he went into the lower levels of the prison, the more eerie the place became. The walls, newly painted, were now covered with dampness and cracks, and everywhere was dirty moss, giving off an uncomfortable musty smell. The upper level was already underground, and the middle and lower levels were even deeper beneath the surface, making it feel like a tomb buried underground.   How could this matter possibly involve cultists? I nterrogator  Josaco  walked down the steep, dirty, and slippery brick steps without even glancing at them. His steps were heavy, yet each one was placed with precise accuracy— he had walked this treacherous path, where a single slip could result in a nasty fall, for decades , becoming more familiar with it than even his own front door. Tap, tap, tap. Steady and precise, meticulous to the core. This was the rhythm of his walk. The u