"I thought you said you knew this city, that you had been here before!"

"I have! I do! It's not my fault they completely changed the layout. Somethings have changed, but even with the buildings I know that are still there, the pathways to get to them are completely wrong."

A pair of individuals bickered amongst each other as they wandered through the streets of the Blessed City once known as Inverness, one of them dressed like a ragged refugee while the other was wearing a fancy and clean suit. This odd, contrasting pair were members of Bob's expeditionary party, the pair that were sent out on their own while Fox took another with him.

The one in the suit was a man named Ted, who had shoulder length black hair, while the ragged one was a woman called Billie who had cropped short blonde hair and was shorter by a head.

They rounded a corner as Ted smiled widely,

"Aha! There it is. See? I told you I knew where I was going! You should never have doubted me. Come on."

Without waiting for him, his companion hurried over to the warehouse and only stopped when he hit the wall, using it to cushion her momentum. She quickly looked around, checking if anyone was looking, before dropping to her knees.

Ted wasn't in much of a hurry, instead sauntering over like he had all the time in the world, a smug smile on his face for once again being right despite her complaints. He was just here to be the lookout and bodyguard, Billie was the one doing all the work here. Especially since his lookout task was made so much easier by the peculiar method Billie used to activate her abilities.

When he arrived beside her, she remained on her knees. Her hands were clasped in front of her and held close to her chest, as if she was praying. Unsurprisingly enough, where it might look odd elsewhere here it seemed like people respected the girl for randomly praying in the middle of the street.

In fact, they had even passed others doing the same and some had stopped what they were doing to join Billie in her prayer.

Of course, what she was doing wasn't prayer, and if it was then she certainly wouldn't be praying to this heretical Lightbringer. But it wasn't, so she didn't.

While her hand position might look like prayer, the placement of her fingers were odd. Her index and middle fingers, along with her thumbs, were steepled, so only the finger tips were touching against each other.

Her ring and pinky fingers were bent inwards, intertwined with each other and held between her palms.

It was as if she was miming a gun with her hands, before the gun exploded from within.

Unlike actual prayer, where her eyes would be closed, Billies eyes were instead open wide and had turned a completely solid, milky white. These monochromatic eyes stared blindly into the air between her steepled hands.

Billie's vision shifted, moving out of her body and pulling backwards, allowing her to see the back of her own head, as well as the bored looking Ted standing next to her. If anyone had soul sight, such as Seth, they would have seen an ethereal eyeball hovering in the air behind her.

But for those without, there was simply nothing. This was her [Eye in the Scry]

The Scrying Orb drifted forwards, touching against the wall of the warehouse before simply passing through it like a ghost. Blackness filled her vision as she passed through the wall, before the disinteresting interior of the warehouse came into view.

This was the second last storage facility that she knew about and so far the others had been busts.

It seemed this one was going to be the same. There was very little in here, mostly piles of stone rubble and wood from the destroyed buildings, to be repurposed for the newer projects such as their walls or the awful statue. Just as the other warehouses had been filled with.

The only exception in this one seemed to be a pair of men, chatting together as they played cards and smoked.

Even if it was boring, Billie still made sure to give it a thorough inspection and was ready to give up, when she noticed something peculiar as her invisible [Eye in the Scry] was drifting passed the card players.

They were sitting in wooden chairs and had laid a cloth across a large piece of rubble to act as a table. One of them, who was leaning back in his chair, nearly fell backwards as he leaned too far. The man reached out, grabbing the cloth on the table and used it to pull himself back so he didn't fall, and in the process he had shifted the cloth covering.

While the two were laughing and bickering about one of them nearly falling onto their ass, Billie's invisible eye eagerly drifted down and took a good look at their makeshift table. Poking out from beneath the cloth, was a strange symbol carved into the face of the rock itself.

It was no wonder they had chosen this particular stone to act as their table. It had a perfectly flat and level surface, just like a true table should. But their feeble minds never thought anything of that fact. They never considered why it was like that, or if such a perfectly cut stone would be odd.

They just saw a surface they could slap their cards down on and which wouldn't spill their drinks when they rested them down on it.

"I found it. These idiots don't even know what they have, they're using them as a table."

Ted raised an eyebrow as Billie suddenly spoke, before letting out an amused snort.

"A table? Heretics and idiots. How many in there?"

"Just two, from what I can see."

"It's like they were trying to make it easy for us. Get the teleporter over here, I'll clear the area."

With her vision still inside the warehouse, watching the smokers play their little card game, Billie only sign of Ted's departure was the sound of his footsteps retreating until they were completely silent.

Her Scrying Eye bobbed in the air, before starting to drift over to the wall that it had came through. She turned it around, glancing around the room just in time to see her companion stroll in through the door, which the idiots hadn't even thought to lock.

He seemed as casual as ever, dripping with suave that matched his clean suit. A suit that shifted, the blackness of its silken sleeves melting into his skin and covering the rest of his body. His eyes flashed yellow, his pupils turning to slits, as fangs grew from his mouth and claws tore from his fingernails.

His body hair grew longer and thicker, growing over the entirety of his body and engulfing his face. Soon, there was not a man strolling through the warehouse but a leathe, black panther strutting through as if it owned the place.

The last thing Billie saw before her Scrying Eye passed through the wall, was the panther pouncing on one of the card players, his blood splattering all over his winning hand as he let out a gargled scream.

***

Soon enough, Lee was being ushered into the warehouse before the door quickly slammed behind him. Being alone with Tiff had been an... eye opening experience, to say the least. He had heard of obsessive stalkers before, but this girl was on another level.

The entire time, he had been forced to listen to her mad ramblings on her perfect life with the Lord and how they were meant to be. It sounded like a very simple subject, but she somehow managed to spend 30 minutes alone on just how he smelled.

It got to the point that when he finally got the message about the objective being found, that he almost cried tears of joy. He was still feeling a little weepy at the moment.

He took a good look around the warehouse, preserving it in his memory just in case he needed it again, a habit he had developed after the first month with his ability. He couldn't help but notice the suspicious lumps stuffed underneath a blood soaked cloth.

The worst part about those lumps was that they weren't the right shape or size for what he suspected they were supposed to be. One of them seemed too small and mishapen, like it was one whole torn into smaller pieces.

Taking that sight out of his mind, Lee looked over the three perfectly carved stones sitting in front of him. They looked exactly like what he had seen from that strange archway near the Loch.

Placing his hands on top of the stones, he took a deep breath and recalled that location as the image of the odd cave with the mystical archway solidified in his mind. He felt a string in his chest, connecting him to that location, and as the string pulled taut the space beneath his feet shattered.

The ground fell away, making way to a portal of shattered space that he and the stones immediately gradually sank into, with Lee controlling their descent so he didn't lose concentration. The other individuals in the room nodded to each other before Ted leapt into the portal and disappeared from sight, falling into it like it was a hole rather than sinking like Lee.

The moment he vanished through the portal, however, an ear splitting alarm filled the air and chaos erupted outside of the Warehouse.

"Hey, What are you doing in here?!"

A voice came from the door as it was thrown open, a knightly guard in full armour charging in with weapon already drawn.

"Shit..."

"INTRUDER! WE HAVE AN INTRUDER!"

The guard charged forwards, raising his weapon in the air as Tiff grabbed Billie's hand and leapt into the portal, disappearing into the ground as she dragged the blonde haired girl with her.

The guard leapt forwards, but the portal quickly snapped shut. The fragmented space rapidly knitting itself together, just as the guards outstretched hand passed through the portal. The shards of fragmented space cut into his spongy flesh, reasserting itself into position despite his interference.

Crying out in pain, he clambered to his feet as he grabbed at the blood gushing stump where his arm used to be, and the twisted metal of his armour that had been so easily cleft in two.

His eyes drifted to the side, landing on the bloodstained and lumpy cloth laying on the ground. He let out a strained grunt, pulling a communication gift from his waist and spoke into it.

"Intruders were found, but... Ah, they got away, they had a teleporter. Search the city for more. Glory to his light, Death to the Heretics."