Kel slipped into the large building, staying close to the shadows.
Inside, she was greeted by a gruesome sight.
The singed remains of various pieces of the structure littered the ground. The arid aroma of wooden carcasses, devoured by flames, stung Kel's nose and throat.
Just from a glance, it was impossible to tell what kind of facility this building had been. A raging fire, seemingly only put out minutes ago, had destroyed the entire interior.
"What on earth…" Kel wondered aloud, picking her way through the wreckage. "Just what is this place?"
"It used to be Spencer Regan's main base of shady operations," a voice answered back, the owner concealed by a pile of rubble.
Carefully, Kel worked her way to the edge of the pile and peeked around, only to find herself face to face with the cloaked figure.
She recognized him immediately. It was the magician.
"You?" Kel stumbled back, nearly tripping on a fallen beam.
