The companions surrounded a Stone Gate, watching as Lancelot summoned two emerald tendrils in the passage behind the door, each stretching towards the left and right walls to the larger and smaller candle holders, while Alamir spoke of their recent discovery.
"...That's the conclusion we've drawn from those fragments," the Elf said with visible pride, "Impressive, isn't it!"
"We just need to destroy that Magic Formation, right?" the Half-elf shrugged indifferently, "The owner of that treasury is eagerly awaiting outside the city, I certainly don't want a Barlow Flame Demon to suspect I've stolen its possessions, not to mention being in a city surrounded by an army of Demons."
