Alaric did not answer immediately. He continued being escorted by the agents, his wrists bound by containment cuffs and two strips of enchanted cloth covering his eyes and mouth. Losing his connection to the Well had stripped away almost all of his supernatural strength. Without the dark veins, accumulated shadows, and the network of memories reinforcing his body, all that remained was an old man trying to maintain his composure in defeat.
Even so, before crossing the passage, he turned his face toward Kael.
"They do not need to open doors."
Violet tightened her grip on the prisoner's arm, forcing him to keep walking.
Kael followed Alaric with his eyes.
"What does that mean?"
Alaric smiled tiredly.
"It means some are already open."
Violet pushed him through the passage before he could say anything else. Kael tried to move forward, but Sylphie closed her fingers around his arm and held him in place.
"No."
"He just mentioned other doors."
