Disciples

Lucavion turned to Vitaliara, her celestial form perched on his shoulder, her golden eyes flickering with intensity. She had been the one to discover the unique scent clinging faintly to Thalion's mangled body—a subtle but unmistakable trail that led them deeper into the Crimson Serpent Sect's stronghold. Her nose, attuned to the finer nuances of mana and life essence, had guided them this far. 

[It's faint, but I'm sure of it,] Vitaliara said firmly, her voice clear in Lucavion's mind. [This scent… it leads to something hidden below.] 

Lucavion gave a curt nod, his dark eyes narrowing as he focused on the path ahead. Without a word, he strode forward, his estoc gleaming faintly with the residue of the [Flame of Equinox]. His pace quickened as they moved through the blood-soaked corridors, his blade striking down anyone foolish enough to stand in his way. Crimson arcs of blood painted the walls and floors as screams echoed briefly before being silenced.