"Found anything?" Charles inquired as he stood a few meters away from a kneeling Robert, both within the confines of a small cave, away from the biting winter wind.
Leaning against his great sword, he found it rather difficult to stand straight with the musket attached to the stump that was once his right leg but considering options were limited, it would have to do.
Robert shook his head as he studied the etchings on the ground.
It spoke of a ritual, one that opened a gateway to a different dimension.
"It's cold. We can't reopen it."
"Fuck." Charles cursed before inquiring. "Where does it lead?"
"the Infernal Palace. Specifically the sixth floor." Robert replied.
Clicking his tongue, Charles remarked. "That means we can't perform our ritual."
"We could attempt to send in the Homunculi but I doubt they'd be able to fool Baseth."
"So what now?"
