Temur looked at Jael. "That is a threat."
Jael walked towards the guard until the pointed sword touched his chest and then asked. "Do you know anything about the Chaos Cult?"
The guard was so surprised that he blurted. "You're a spy!" But that's it; he didn't have the time to say anything else because his sword was slapped away, and something cold and sharp sliced his throat.
"This is war with the chaos Cult; we'll kill all of you, bastard," Jael said.
Temur chuckled. "You mean we'll kill those who our powers can reach."
"Well, most Iron can't fight us on equal footing," Jael said. "Think of it this way: once we're silver, we'll go after those bastard Cultmembersrs in silver rank."
Even now, the quality of their Codex has set them apart from Awakeners on the same rank. The difference will only appear more pronounce as they advance.
They continued to talk this way as they made their way towards the smaller building. The road has been left untended so weed snagged at their feet. Jael was sure it was intentional to create the illusion that the building wasn't useful. Meanwhile, it's where all the slaves had been sent to.
'I can't believe all this is possible because Thayer used his money. We wouldn't have been able to spy or even make moves like this. Again and again, money always proves to be something I will always yarn for,' Jael understood now. He won't only go after strength; he must be rich, too. "Finesse."
"Huh? What do you say? Okay," Temur stopped walking as they got close enough to know that the black paint on the building was faded and that there was no guard. "They must be so confident that they don't even need strong security."
They stood in front of the rusted metal door and checked for any magic trap, but they found none. Either it was Ed, or they were not skilled enough to see it; Jael couldn't say, so he just kicked the door in.
And jumped back in case something jumped right back at him but nothing. Only warm light spilled out; they exchanged looks, and he shrugged. "Only one way to find out."
The inside of the room looks like where you'll go sit down and read in a cold day. It was cramped with books on shelves with two rocking chairs and tables, warm yellow crystal emits soft light.
Everything looks well used and worn as if the people using it just stepped out. And that just heightened their suspicion, especially for Jael. "If this is actually where we are looking for then the screaming spirit of the dead are just lost or...."
Temur raised his hand as his eyes glowed with red power, he scanned the room, looking for unseen traces that led him to the central table of the room. He crouched and moved it away, together with the fur carpet underneath. "Really." He said.
Jael shared his sentiment. "A trap door under the table. So originally. Well, maybe it was built like this before they occupied the place."
They lowered themselves inside, Jael first, so he could light the way. His Unholy magic provides bright green light; it's not sharp, but it's enough to see by.
"Should we lock this thing?" Temur said midway down the ladder, pointing at the trapdoor.
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"Alright," Temur said. It was surprising that they found themselves inside some kind of a long cave tunnel. He thought they would find themselves in a secret hallway with a smooth stone floor and wall.
Jael was just as surprised; behind them was a dead end, so they took the only way forward. "Well, I guess they don't want their secret out and that's why they're not employing crafters to do the work properly. They won't bother after today."