At a much more measured pace, the group made their way through the empty corridors toward the location where they could sense the portal.
Though none of them had mentioned it to Wolfe, they were all working to adapt the energy of this place to their auras, or in the case of Molly, to her body, so that she could use it to channel more mana for her spells.
That was the reward prepared for this place, and the Lower Planes way of spitting in the eye of the Seraphim. The magic of the Lower Planes was incompatible with Light Magic, or the Divine Power of the Upper Planes, though it was not any weaker in practice.
Many times they had tried to corrupt Mortals, but every time they had failed. This time was a much more limited interaction, and the more powerful denizens of this place were intrigued to see if the witches would survive the change in their auras once they left.
