Click!
Clack!
Click!
Clack!
The sound of slow footsteps moving their way echoed down to the cellar and in an instant, the group was armed.
The air vibrated, sending faint notes of music spiralling around the room.
Ren held up a fist, telling the group to hold their position. This was definitely a Chosen, but there was no reason to attack yet. The resonant loop wasn't dense enough to be a threat. Not yet.
They stood there, weapons drawn as the door to the cellar creaked open. Light spilled through the opening, but the Chosen stood there for a few seconds.
"You know," the Chosen sighed dramatically, "maybe the church is actually right."
Ren's eyes narrowed. What was the man trying to say?
"Maybe the Creator does send help in our times of need." The man chuckled as he took one step down the stairs into the cellar. "Maybe there really is a pervert sitting at the base of the world tree, staring at all we do."
