Meanwhile, as the members of the Pantheon tried confirming who the intruders were—said intruders navigated the hallways in search of one person.
Ambrose.
Gabriel shut down the portal they came through with a flick of his wrist. Valentine took the lead, moving forward while Viktor raised a hand beside him.
By clenching his fist the ice Prince sent a burst of frost through the hallway. The cameras on the walls short-circuited, sparking a few times before turning off.
"This looks like a military base," Devon was the first to speak. "Mostly anyway."
"And that's only pushing the possibility of Josiah being involved in this." Viktor chimed, head angling to Valentine. "Right?"
The Necromancer didn't answer.
His focus was fixed on the Necrotic Mark.
His tether with Ambrose.
Through it, he was able to get a clear picture of where exactly the Guide was.
But there was a problem.
Or more accurately… five.
