The four students were crouched at the tree-line, shadows covering their approach. The ruin of the shrine sprawled before them, flickering torchlight painting the hooded figures in hues of blood-orange.
Elara's hand trembled faintly as she pressed it to the ground, immediately pouring more Mana into her 'Battle Map' and getting a clearer understanding of their surroundings. Once she was done, she whispered,
"From Mana Traces, I sense exactly 67 of them. There might be more hiding inside the ruined catacombs however, so we need to be careful," She said, waiting for anyone else to speak up.
Persephone did not blink. Her obsidian-black eyes drank in the altar, the runes, the figures, "Then we need to clear out this area quick and get to the center where they're conducting the ritual. Wasting too much time on these small-fry accomplishes nothing."
