Sylas' eyes narrowed. He could feel something scanning him, but it wasn't quite moving with the shape and precision it should, almost like these guards hadn't been properly maintained in so very long.
This left Sylas feeling even more odd.
He had come here for some of the most comprehensive guidance and information he had ever received. But everywhere he went, he just found things in foolish disrepair. Depending on the situation, either one of those descriptors could be applied alone as well.
Especially the foolish part.
It wasn't obvious on first sight, but to Sylas it might as well have been a glaring reality.
The guards finished their scan and stepped aside with hard, fast steps. The large doors behind them slowly swung open.
"HEY!"
One of the Rune Masters loitering around immediately looked toward the gates. Sylas and his grandfather were already stepping inside, but there was a sudden mad rush of Rune Masters who charged for the tower.
