Brita led Alaric through a labyrinth of corridors, the only sound was of their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The air was thick with the smell of dust and damp earth, a stark contrast to the opulent grandeur of the auction hall they had just left.
Alaric, carrying the three unconscious women, followed close behind, his senses on high alert.
He kept his gaze fixed on Brita's back, his mind racing with possibilities. He still didn't trust her, not one bit. 'She hates me,' he thought, 'she'd betray me in a heartbeat if she had the chance.'
Brita stopped before a nondescript stone wall, her hand reaching out to touch a seemingly invisible mark.
A faint shimmer appeared, revealing a hidden door that slid open with a soft grinding sound. Beyond the door lay a small, circular chamber, the floor etched with intricate runes.