Wind was in an underground ruin of an old shrine, depicting faded murals of war, strife, and misery. There wasn't a single mural depicting, anything good, only the scent of death permeated this place.
His blue eyes scanned the dark area, using the flashlight, to see around, but also his soul to get a sense of this place. The shrine was a few steps ahead, but he wasn't in any rush.
He wasn't allowed here, no one was, because despite being an organisation that's known for chaos and destruction, even they had reservations, about unleashing that thing that's sealed beneath the shrine.
After all their goal wasn't only destruction, but also absolute control, and unleashing a wild card into the world, wasn't the smartest of choices. At the moment, wind's colleagues, are searching for a new member, who has great mind manipulation, capable of taming that thing.
