Emery's intentions were clear—he was heading for Rosin Karat.
Amidst the chaos engulfing the stronghold, Emery knew this could be his only chance. If he could reach the imprisoned Supreme Magus, not only might he be able to save him, but having such a powerful ally at his side might be the only hope for surviving what was quickly becoming a battle for their lives.
He sprinted through the winding stairwell, descending deeper into the heart of the central keep. Down below, the temperature dropped and the magic wards grew thicker—the signs he was nearing the dungeon area.
That's when he was stopped. A wall of guards—over a hundred—stood between him and the prisoners cells. At their front was the dungeon warden, a grizzled two-cosmos Grand Magus clad in obsidian armor.
"Master Alchemist?" the warden said with a confused frown, his hand resting warily on the hilt of his runeblade. "Why are you here? And why are you dressed like that?"
