*** Inquisitors - Third Person
"This is it?"
"Yes."
"With all the destruction and empty buildings we passed, this might be the best lead we have so far."
Jayden said, already drawing his blade as he walked toward the broken gates of the abandoned mining company. He was the leader of the Fifth Division of the Inquisitors, a master-level ice mage and a grandmaster-level swordsman.
At twenty-six, he was one of the youngest members of the Inquisitors' inner circle.
"You said this lead came from one of the academy's students, right?"
He asked as he traced the jagged breaks along the steel gate and stepped farther inside. The moment he crossed the threshold, his knees threatened to buckle under him from the sheer divine presence pressing down on the place.
Darkness—Elion's natural antithesis.
And while light was usually stronger than darkness, this wasn't any ordinary shadow clinging to the mine.
"...Damn it!"
