Raziel stood still. "An army?"
Odessa nodded, trembling as the blood on her armor smelled rotten, that sweet and metallic smell Raziel knew too well.
Dark magic.
Lucian lowered his sword, but his face remained tense. "Where is Kiera?"
"Back there." Odessa pointed at the grate with her healthy arm. "Watching the entrance. We couldn't risk them following us here."
Raziel stepped closer. "What happened exactly?"
Odessa slumped against the passageway wall.
Her breathing was irregular, raspy.
"We tracked Prince Ayres." She closed her eyes. "The last place he was seen was a brothel in the Lantern District called 'The Withered Rose'."
Raziel knew that name.
He remembered it from the previous timeline, it was the name of a nest of corruption disguised as a pleasure house.
But in his past life, the place had been shut down by the Inquisition years before Ayres' coup.
'Another change.'
"Did you go in?" Raziel asked.
Odessa nodded. "Aerion insisted."
