“Vaxan!”
I chuckled. “Understood.” Then I dipped into a bow. “As you wish, dragon princess.”
I heard that wondrous giggle from her as I teleported out.
I was undetectable.
Not a single security measure had registered my approach, nor my infiltration.
Of the Guardian Compound.
More specifically, its Containment Facility.
There weren’t adequate protocols in place to account for what I was capable of.
There was still a lot kept secret about the true abilities of my people.
That would have to change in the near future should the Basilisk Kingdom wish to integrate properly with the rest of the supernatural world. Something that I planned to bring about.
Yes, I was moving toward responding to my people’s call in the way they were beseeching me to.
Honestly, the way they clearly needed me to.
However, for now, the gap in knowledge regarding the Basilisk species enabled me to slip between those cracks. Quite literally, with my ability to camouflage into my surroundings and thereby move between cells without drawing notice in the slightest.
Rather nice cells in point of fact. Lush blankets and pillows adorning an actual bed, not merely a cot. A bookshelf in each stocked full of all sorts of reading material to give those incustody something to entertain themselves with. Changes of clothing in a chest of drawers. Even a fully-stocked bathroom.
Under the leadership of Ryker Morgan, the Guardian Movement had become a rather civil and humane institution, while also being a supernatural enforcement organization.
As I neared my first target at the rear of the facility, my boots moving soundlessly on the sleek light stone floors, my body slinking along the polished ivory walls etched with silver latticework, a disturbance in the vibrational resonance I was carefully outputting registered.
Something pushing up against it—another covert force at work.
I scented the air, but there was nothing there. Someone was performing a scent-wipe on themselves.
Hmm.
I continued on regardless.
This had to be done.
And it had to be done tonight, because all fourteen of these necromancers were being arraigned tomorrow, many would likely be moved. Scattered. Concealed in protective custody.
In large part because of Sylas.
There were warranted concerns as to what he would do to them given the chance. The Guardian Movement believed tonight would be off the table, because of the toll him death-tethering and mass-teleporting earlier had exacted on his body with him only just having healed.
I reached the first target on my list and passed through into the cell with a little vibrational resonance, moving through the walls, then immediately camouflaging myself to the interior.
But I started at what I discovered inside.
I honestly had to make a supreme effort not to react either physically or verbally.
Damnation.
He was here with one of those in custody.
Sylas was already here.
