The group looked at the building towering over them. It looked archaic, dating back to at least a renaissance period. Judging by the ornaments, it was a cloister of sorts.
Shaun and Maya stood at the front of their respective teams, looking at the smudges of dried blood leading to the entrance, a large wooden gate built in the front wall. It was half-opened, and the trail vanished in the darkness behind it.
Everyone heard the telling growls, clear signs of the Tainted presence. They would have to fight to claim the place as their own. Maya looked at Shaun. His lips were pursed, and a vein bulged visibly on his neck, as he observed the building. He was struggling with something.
Maya was also facing a dilemma, and she suspected it was the same as Shaun's. They were both thinking about who should deal with the threat inside. The fear of being stabbed in the back prevented her from making the decision, even though she already knew about the perks of killing the Tainted.
