Amos looked at the abandoned Shopping Mall. It was a half-rotten, half-collapsed building. Back in the day, as it had still managed to gobble up the savings of the local gnome population, it had been a whitewash shopping trap with about as much personality as a rock.
Amos sighed.
It was finally colorful, what with the graffiti on the walls, but if they had to enter there, then they might go and meet Rick and Ralf by the end of the day.
They had to be smart.
As the saying went, if you could not go to the mountain, you had to force the mountain to come to you.
"Battlepaws should stay in here," Amos said, as he took out a pen, and began to draw a rune on a sheet of paper. "Just in case."
"What are you going to do?" Ethan asked. For all that he knew Amos since the day of their birth, he had never seen him use magic.
"Kai, I need some of your mana. I need some of Lin's too," Amos said, not answering. Ethan scrunched up his brows.
