Victoria's safe house turned out to be a reinforced basement beneath an abandoned smithy three blocks from the tournament hall.
"In here," she said, pulling open a concealed door. "Quickly."
We descended into darkness. Kaeel was the last one in, sealing the entrance behind us with nature magic of vines growing over the door, making it invisible from above.
Light crystals flickered to life, revealing a surprisingly large space. Weapons racks lined one wall and a map covered another with supply crates were stacked in the corner.
"You've been preparing for this," I observed with a raised brow as I saw everything.
"For three months," Victoria confirmed. "Ever since we learned the tournament would be held in Silvercrest. The League always makes moves during large gatherings since there would be too many targets and too much chaos, too easy to hide operations."
"The explosions?" Lucille asked, already examining the exits.
