Katadesis Legacy
Katadesis Legacy invites players to step into the hidden world of Katadesis, across sacred temples, forgotten archives, and concealed vaults, where the legendary Vitruem and the secrets of I Segreti dei Savi—The Secrets of the Sages remain hidden. Players must think quickly, outmanoeuvre Il Corvo Nero, and use their intellect to stay ahead.
Incorporating next-generation technology, Katadesis Legacy introduces responsive AI that tracks player behaviour and dynamically adjusts gameplay in real time, ensuring a unique journey for every player. Interactive NPCs evolve based on player choices, offering assistance within a shared virtual space that allows players to connect, collaborate on missions, and engage in interactive discussions with characters.
With evolving storylines, Katadesis Legacy delivers an ever-expanding, deeply personalised gaming experience that continuously evolves alongside its players.
The Monastery Of Badia Fiesolana
The day’s heat had faded, replaced by the cool evening air that crept through the modest chamber’s shuttered windows. Father Bruni’s eyes dulled under the candlelight, a flicker of pain crossing his pallid face. His gaze settled on the boy, who watched him intently. Bruni’s hand pressed his. ‘Will God have mercy on me?’
Tears brimmed in the boy’s eyes. ‘God forgives us all,’
‘I shall soon discover the truth.’
His mind wandered to the church, where candlelight danced across Venetian chandeliers—a lavish gift from the Medici family. The Mass had been grand, fit for a cardinal, out of place within the humble confines of their monastic order. He had often marvelled at the Medici’s arrogance, their belief that wealth could purchase anything, even salvation for a loyal servant.
With a faint groan, he shifted, reaching for a small bible and seal resting on the bedside table and pressed the seal into the boy’s palm. ‘You are a virtuous boy, Francesco. Obey my instructions, and all will be well. Go to the library in Firenze, and remember, do not let Lorenzo de’ Medici see you.’
‘You are a virtuous boy, Francesco. Obey my instructions, and all will be well. Go to the library in Firenze, and remember—do not let Lorenzo de’ Medici see you.’
The Airship
The morning sun cast an ethereal glow over the barren landscape as Chu and Jorgen scanned the horizon, their attention drawn to a rhythmic hum which grew more insistent. Through the haze, the clouds parted to reveal the silhouette of an airship. Chu’s eyes narrowed at the approaching vessel as it glided above the ocean. ‘Showing off as usual.’
Jorgen grinned. ‘They do have a knack for grand entrances. It’s not just about speed but also symbolism. Anya and the council will wish to honour your return with the appropriate solemnity.’
Chu shot him a sceptical glance. ‘I can only hope they’re as committed to action as they are to staging grand spectacles.’
Jorgen’s eyes locked on the colossal airship, watching its majestic descent. ‘You must admit, they are rather impressive,’ he said, a trace of pride in his tone. ‘The technology is far ahead of anything known regarding speed and manoeuvrability.’
‘And,’ Chu interjected, ‘utterly unnecessary for transporting merely one individual.’
The Telsa Station
Jorgen walked to the set of double doors, which opened to reveal the true heart of the station. His eyes traced the elegant lines of the massive machinery. Here was more than technology; it was art, a creation that bridged the gap between science and mysticism.
Generators filled the enormous chamber, their intricate interiors visible through glass casings. At the centre, the enormous Magnifying Transmitter rose towards the vaulted ceiling, a towering pillar of gleaming metal, its surface shimmering faintly.
He made his way toward the immense central turbine, its spokes spiralling around a core. Stunned, he reached out, his fingertips brushing against the smooth surface. A vibration coursed through his arm, a tangible connection to the energy surging through the station, the faint hum resonating through his bones.
A small brass plaque gleamed under the ambient light—Tesla’s dedication. He knelt before it and read the inscription:
‘If you only knew the magnificence of the 3, 6, and 9, then you would have the key to the universe.’- Nikola Tesla.
BOOK TWO. The Temple at Ho Min
The explosion tore through the building, sending flames and debris into the sky. Chu grabbed Lei. ‘This way,’ he urged, pulling her towards the doorway. Guards streamed towards the central building, where the council had been sitting moments earlier.
Lei turned to him, her eyes wide and dazed. ‘Who would do this?’
Before Chu could reply, his gaze froze—he was staring straight into the barrel of a gun.