The tension in the hideout was palpable as Seraphina and I prepared to interrogate the captured Brotherhood members. Their eyes darted around the room, filled with fear and desperation. Seraphina's expression was steely, her gaze unwavering as she stepped closer to the nearest captive.
"Who are you working for?" she demanded, her voice cold and commanding.
The man trembled, but remained silent, his jaw set defiantly. Seraphina's patience was thin, and I could see the determination in her eyes. She wasn't going to let them get away without answers.
"I won't ask again," Seraphina warned, unsheathing her dagger. The dim light glinted off the blade, casting a menacing shadow. "Who are you working for?"
The man swallowed hard, his resolve wavering. His eyes flickered to his companions, seeking some form of silent encouragement. But Seraphina's presence was overpowering, her aura radiating authority and danger.
"Speak!" she barked, pressing the blade against his throat just enough to draw a thin line of blood.
"Alright, alright!" the man finally relented, his voice trembling. "We... we work for the Shadow Brotherhood."
"And what is your mission?" I asked, stepping forward to stand beside Seraphina. "Why did you attack the village?"
The man hesitated, but Seraphina's grip tightened, and his resolve crumbled. "We were ordered to create chaos," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "To distract and weaken the kingdom."
"Who gave the orders?" Seraphina pressed, her eyes narrowing.
"I don't know," the man stammered. "We never saw his face. He communicated through messengers."
Seraphina's frustration was evident. She turned her attention to the second captive, her dagger still dripping with the first man's blood. "Is that true?" she asked, her voice dripping with menace. "Do you know who gave the orders?"
The second man's eyes were wide with fear, but he shook his head. "It's true! We never saw him. Please, believe me."
Seraphina's expression hardened, and she glanced at me. "They're holding back. They know more than they're saying."
I nodded in agreement, stepping closer to the men. "You need to tell us everything you know," I said, my tone firm but less harsh than Seraphina's. "We can protect you, but only if you cooperate."
The first man, emboldened by my slightly softer approach, looked at me with pleading eyes. "We don't know much more, I swear. We're just foot soldiers. The higher-ups keep us in the dark."
Seraphina, however, was not convinced. She grabbed the man by the collar, lifting him slightly off the ground. "You expect us to believe that?" she hissed. "Your lives depend on the truth."
The man's fear was palpable, and he began to shake uncontrollably. "Please, please," he begged. "We were just following orders. There was a... a symbol we had to look for. It was our key to knowing we were at the right place."
I glanced at Seraphina, who seemed to be considering his words. The symbol must have been the same one Cratos had deciphered for us. "And what does this symbol mean?" I asked.
We approached the cabin cautiously, every muscle in my body tense with anticipation. The door creaked open with a soft push, revealing a dark interior. I stepped in first, scanning the room for any signs of life. The air inside was musty, filled with the scent of decay and neglect.
"Over here," Seraphina called softly from the far corner of the room. She was crouched beside a large wooden chest, her fingers brushing over a strange symbol carved into the lid.
"It's the same symbol," I said, my heart pounding in my chest. "The one from the village."
Seraphina nodded, her expression grim. "We need to open it."
As we worked together to pry open the chest, a sudden realization hit me. "Wait," I said, my voice trembling. "What if this is a trap?"
Seraphina's eyes widened, and she glanced around the room. "You're right. This could be—"
Before she could finish her sentence, the door slammed shut with a loud bang, and we were plunged into darkness. The sound of footsteps echoed from outside, growing louder with each passing second.
"It's a trap," Seraphina confirmed, her voice tense. "We need to get out of here."
I fumbled for my dagger, my heart racing. The walls of the cabin seemed to close in on us, the air growing colder and more oppressive. We moved toward the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"Someone's locked us in," I whispered, panic rising in my throat.
Seraphina cursed under her breath, her eyes darting around the room. "There has to be another way out."
We scanned the room, our breaths quick and shallow. The footsteps outside were now accompanied by muffled voices, their tones filled with malicious intent.
"Over here," I said, pointing to a small window near the ceiling. "We can use this."
Seraphina nodded, and together we pushed a rickety table beneath the window. She climbed up first, her movements swift and agile. As she reached for the window latch, a loud crash came from the door.
"Hurry!" I urged, my voice trembling.
Seraphina managed to open the window just as the door burst open, and figures clad in dark cloaks flooded into the room. I scrambled up the table, my heart pounding in my ears. Seraphina grabbed my hand and pulled me through the window just in time.
We landed on the ground outside, the cold air a sharp contrast to the stifling cabin. Without a word, we took off running, the shouts of our pursuers echoing behind us.
As we sprinted through the forest, the realization of how close we had come to being captured hit me. This was more than just a simple hideout—it was a carefully laid trap designed to lure us in and eliminate us.
"We need to regroup and rethink our strategy," Seraphina said, her breath coming in short gasps. "They're playing a dangerous game, and we can't afford any more mistakes."
I nodded, my mind racing. The Shadow Brotherhood was more cunning than we had anticipated, but we weren't going to let them win. Not while we still had each other and the determination to see this through.