Getting Close

With the plan set, the three set to their grim work, rifling through the pouches and hidden pockets of their robes with practiced efficiency. 

The Duke Palace of the Great Marvel City had equipped them well for this journey and had armed them with treasures and talismans of the highest order.

Most were mere baubles, trinkets of middling power - but here and there, nestled amidst the dross, lay artifacts of true might, relics imbued with the very essence of long-dead Venerates. 

Cain ran his fingers over the ancient metal of one such talisman, feeling the barely contained power thrumming within. Used properly, in concert with their own carefully honed abilities, even these meager scraps could spell the difference between life and death.

One by one, they arrayed their arsenal before them, each treasure and talisman imbued with layer upon layer of protective enchantments.