Raziel stared at the ten elite Inquisitors stepping over the ruined iron door of the workshop.
The executioners wore heavy silver breastplates over crimson robes.
They held long steel halberds and formed a tight wedge inside the small room.
They bypassed the brawl in the courtyard and marched straight down into the dark to eliminate the source of the shield.
Zorya sat in the wooden chair right behind Raziel.
She slammed her hands against the stone slate and squeezed her silver eyes shut.
She could not break her concentration to draw an offensive rune, and she lacked the physical strength to fight ten armored veterans.
Raziel tightened his grip on his iron dagger with his free right hand.
He needed to hold the connection to the floor, but he also needed to kill the guards before they butchered the Inscriptor.
He activated the Umbral Paragon core.
The gold holy light and the black Shadow Parasite twisted together inside his chest.
