"Bring me to the lab, please." Morok felt suffocating and couldn't wait to get out of the accursed place that was at the same time Glemos' house and Garrik's prison.
Ryla nodded and led the way through several corridors until they reached a double door made of heavily enchanted Adamant. The surface of the metal was covered in white and elemental crystal that fueled a powerful set of arrays.
They ran above and under the surface of the doors, walls, floor, and ceiling, forming an inescapable net of tightly packed runes. Morok only had Life Vision but it was enough to perceive dozens if not hundreds of overlapping arrays.
The worst part was that just like those surrounding the city, Glemos' death hadn't diminished their power. Even from a few meters of distance, the Tyrant could feel a colossal tide of Spirit Magic ready to be released at the slightest tampering.
"How is this possible?" He asked.
