"Who are you?" High Priest Tarekan asked Rhode with a frown. "Your disguise is extremely subtle. If I hadn't specialized in the Eye of True Seeing, I would have had a hard time spotting you."
Oh, so this priest basically has true sight. No wonder he spotted me.
"Ah, we're..." Rhode was still considering how to tease them when a cultist rushed in through the door and shouted:
"Professor, disaster! Everyone outside has been killed!"
Professor Putricide snapped, "You're making no sense! What do you mean, killed?"
"The guards! All the guards are dead!" the cultist panted. "I went to fetch the materials on your orders, and when I came back, I found the entrance..."
The Black Knight fixed his sharp gaze on Rhode and Lilia. "Was that your doing?"
"Ah, looks like we can't bluff our way through." Rhode chuckled, then pointed at Lilia beside him. "She killed them all."
"Who the hell are you? How dare you run wild here?" Professor Putricide grew even more furious.
They could tell now that although Rhode and Lilia wore the robes of the Cult of the Damned, they clearly weren't their people.
"Who cares who they are? If they dare barge in here, just kill them!"
At that moment, someone seated on the platform gave a sinister laugh and thrust out a hand.
Boom!
An enormous palm formed from flames flew through the air.
White smoke rose from the fiery palm, with wisps of black mist swirling around it. It clearly contained something like a plague or poison. Anyone burned by it would immediately die of poisoning.
He was probably a Dark Mage who combined fire magic with death magic.
And... his temper probably wasn't very good, either. Otherwise, he wouldn't have attacked so recklessly.
Clang.
Before Rhode could act, Lilia