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Adrien had used these serwers quite a few times. He knew every exit, every trap, even every inhabitant. Nearly twenty minutes later, Victus entered the sewers to avoid the Bruma Guard.

A laugh, then a mock. Came from beyond the grate. A Plague Prince?

In enclosed spaces, the nightblade's telephatic powers lost some power; they could only work if near the reciever. Not like in the open air, where he could relay a message from Bruma to Leyawiin, if he wished to.

As he advanced, Adrien saw a pile of mutilated bodies wearing what seemed like the torn remnants of a Bruma Guard Armour. The Plague Prince?

The Imperial grew used to such sights, but the thing done to these souls were... beyond imagination. Victus shruged it off and used his powers to try and locate his friend, but something distorted every resonance he captivated. What could it be?