Port Nyanzaru. Inside the Grand Temple.
As a shadow appeared in the secret chamber of the central hub, the three men and two women who had been waiting there for some time bowed their heads respectfully. "Lady Nightingale!"
The figure emerging from the shadows was a tall, graceful woman. Her slightly pointed ears marked her as a second-generation half-elf, meaning one of her parents was a pure-blooded elf. The half-elf assassin wore a loose black cloak. She swept her gaze over the others and said, "My Lord has issued a divine oracle!"
"The five of you will be sent to Sigil to assist Lady Corinna! You will follow her instructions in everything you do!"
"Understood?"
Two of the three men and two women were half-elves; the other three were human. They belonged to the Inquisition, assassins and shadow dancers responsible for handling matters that could not see the light of day. They were among the most elite of Soren's subordinates.
More importantly, each of them had been granted a trace of divine power and divinity!
Nightingale was the best among them. More gifted than the other rogues, she was practically a born assassin and possessed superhuman perception. Soren therefore favored her more, granting her status and strength far beyond the others. In a sense, Nightingale was already half a Chosen of Soren.
"Understood," the five replied, dropping to one knee.
Nightingale nodded in satisfaction, then said, "Follow me."
The group passed through winding underground corridors before arriving at a spacious secret chamber.
Quite a few people were already waiting there. The rogues glanced around and paused in surprise, for many high-level witches stood before them.
"They will accompany you to Sigil," Nightingale said.
The teleportation circle was already prepared.
The personnel assembled for this operation formed an exceptionally well-rounded team.