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whether perhaps their enemies bore a grudge or were not of sound mind but an attack this large and widespread showed considerable time and resources.
    Amelia waited until the noise died down and continued. Her arms clasped behind her back.
    “Captain Remus, Captain Lewis. I need you to take a squad each and reinforce the village. Drive back the undead — we cannot abandon the people. Go now.”
    They saluted and made the symbol of Caelus with their hands before departing. Reiner could hear their voices shouting towards the members of their squad down the halls.
    “Captain Soranus, Captain Stavros. Take a squad each and clear the burial tombs. I suspect that’s the true goal of our enemy so be prepared for anything. I’ll have a squad standby should you require assistance.”
    Reiner nodded and saluted, feeling a hot flush pass down his neck.
    “The rest of you with me. Let’s reinforce our defences to prevent further attack.” She said to the remaining captains.
    Reiner and Olivia left the library and hurried down the corridors towards the rest of their order. With the battle over the other Caelites began to move the bodies of the fallen for identification and their burial rites. Shattered floor tiles were swept aside and pools of congealed blood were being mopped up.
    “Now’s your time to impress her Soranus. Don’t screw it up.” Olivia teased. A mocking grin widened across her face.
    “Likewise.” Reiner replied refusing to rise to the bait.
    “Oh don’t give me that. I’ve watched you, I know what you’re up to. It’s cute.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about Olivia.” Reiner said keeping his voice even. He shouted towards Alvar, Cynthia, Linus and Erwin signalling them over. He lead them towards the armoury; returning the salutes of the guards as he passed.
    “New orders. We’re to head up to the burial tombs. We leave in ten.”
    “Sir?” Alvar’s tremulous voice spoke up.
    “Yes?” Reiner replied without turning. He rummaged through the storage crates and unlocked the seals with his key.
    “We’ll never get there in time.”
    Reiner turned and saw the similarly confused faces of the other Caelites. The burial tombs were almost two miles away up difficult terrain. The rope bridges across the streams and rivers collapsed by their enemies. He smiled. He tossed each of them a metallic object stylised with draconic wings and straps. “We fly.”

 
    Leaving the petrified body behind them Claire and Razakel ascended throughout the tombs towards the peak following a trail of corpses and waves of foul magic. Despite the hundreds of chambers few undead attacked throughout their trek; Razakel speculated the rest headed towards the summit but to what end he had no idea. Their encounters rare and brief — Razakel preferred burning through their heads with precision blasts of magic fired from his finger tips. Claire managed a few kills of her own with her borrowed sword. They paused in an archway where the tomb opened to the outside air. Razakel paused to survey the vista of the surrounding mountain side and gather his bearings his arms held behind his back. Between the strong freezing winds blowing throughout the halls and heavy snowstorm forming above them, Claire sought what cover she could from the elements. The sorcerer whilst tall and wiry didn’t seem to feel the bracing cold and stood motionless staring into the distance.
     
    “You seem to know this Inquisitor they mentioned.” Claire stated after a prolonged silence. “Tell me, what does an Inquisitor gain from this?”
     
    After a noticeable pause Razakel replied. “Former Inquisitor. Andras Haures went rogue some years ago. It’s possible some of his followers and associates don’t realise that. As for your second question I admit I’m not sure — this isn’t his usual mode of operation.”
    As usual she suspected he knew a lot more than he let on. She knew it wasn’t a personal distrust; just the mindset of an