On the other side of the place where Arne was lying down, Hadrian was still fighting with his all. No matter how much The Masked Man regenerated, Hadrian's daggers were swinging through his flesh as if his flesh were soft cotton, letting the blade go through swiftly.
Both Frode and Erland could hear the noises of the swords dancing through the smokes and flesh from outside. But the noise was faint and they were standing in front of a wall. Erland asked, "How do we open it?"
"There's a mechanism nearby. We have to find it-" Just as soon as Frode finished his words, both Erland and Frode saw hungering soldiers of the Clerics of the Forbidden. They looked like hyenas lurking in the shadows.
"They all have an explosive they carry beside their chest. If you can't keep up, make them explode." said Frode as he frowned and backed away.
