Chapter B4C72 - What Lies Within
Breaking through the door took too much time, and that was only the first step. Tyron worked as quickly as he could, one handed, draining the enchantments of their power, sensing the flow of power to avoid triggering any traps. All the while, his undead continued to hunt through the Red Tower and fortify the upper levels.
“They’re trying to find a way in,” Filetta reported to him.
Sweat dripped down Tyron’s forehead, but he didn’t notice, too focused on feeling out the tiny slivers of arcane energy on the other side of the door.
“Who is?” he replied softly.
“If I knew that, I’d tell you. There was only one before, but we haven’t seen them for a bit. Now there’s more of them. Gold Rank, we think. So far, they haven’t made it in, but it’s only a matter of time.”
“Keep them out as long as you can,” Tyron murmured, eyes still closed.
The fingers of his left hand continued to pulse in a steady rhythm, unfaltering as time ticked by, threads of magick pulled tight around his own heart. He straightened, pulled his head away from the door and nodded to himself.
Reaching forth with his free hand, he grasped the door handle and turned it, pushing it open in one smooth motion. Then he waited, head cocked to the side.
Nothing happened. No explosion, no crackling lightning, no flash of magick.