The empty stone altar Heon was standing on suddenly shifted open, showing him that there was a stair leading down.
"I think I found the way!" he told Azran.
Alas. Before he could do anything else, something was coming from inside.
Five people. Wearing a dark hooded cape and what looked like leather armor with insignia on their shoulders. In a matter of seconds, they drew their swords, pointing them directly to where he was. Only one of them was not drawing a sword. Instead, he got a curved blade in his hand.
"Now, now," the one who looked like the leader said, grinning crookedly, "Not only the lost crown, I also found the Kingslayer too!"
Heon stepped back, hands clenched into fists in front of him. He took a fighting stance he saw from the internet, but never did. "Who are you?"
"Whaaat?" the leader crooned, letting down his curved blade carelessly from its pointed state. "You don't know me?"
