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Genesis pursed his lips a bit as the man in blue scale armor dead-panned that he had seen him set the fire. Oh. Had they witnessed his altercation with the man with the streaked hair from three stories below? He had assumed that the distance would have been too great to make out details, but apparently they’d gleaned enough of what had happened.
“Well that’s troublesome,” he offered with a flip of his hair. He didn’t much care for the opinions of anyone here, but he didn’t particularly want to have to stab his way out of the mansion either. So-called “heroes” got so testy about that sort of thing.
The blonde woman in the suit who had also been in the ballroom chose to join them, and Genesis gave her another suspicious look as she leaned in to mutter something to her companion. Genesis was nearly positive that he’d never met her before, but something about her uniform mixed with her professional demeanor left a bad taste in his mouth. She had all the mannerisms of a Turk even if the odds of someone else from Shinra being in this mansion were low.
She explained that the butler wasn’t really up for chatter at the moment, and Genesis glanced over to Vossler to judge his reaction, raising an eyebrow when he realized that their numbers had dwindled. Only Genesis himself and the masked ninja were left over from their original group. Sometime while they had been talking, the armored knight and and the lithe woman with the short brown hair had vanished.
“What happened to Muscles and Shinra Reporter?” Genesis was forced to use the nicknames that he’d come up with for them since he had never bothered to learn their real names. The woman who resembled a Turk had a point though that they had a more pressing concern when she asked if anyone had bothered to put out the fire.
“...About that,” he offered delicately, but he didn’t have time to explain that no, Genesis had actually just closed the door and left the fire to rage upstairs. A scream pierced the air before he could say anything else, and the masked man sprang into action. Shrugging, Genesis chased after him, following the head of white hair through the wrecked ballroom and into the blinding hot steam of the kitchens.
The scream seemed to have come from a kitchen worker. She was currently backed up against a cabinet while a humanoid figure towered over her. The creature was mostly obscured by the steam, but it wasn’t hard to miss the thick claws extending from its hands in place of fingernails. Revulsion sprung up in Genesis, and he stood rooted to the spot for a moment as the ninja leapt into battle to save the woman. Genesis supposed that he should have joined, but he had seen a bit too much of human experimentation in the dark underbelly of Shinra’s secrets. It was hard to mistake the monster as originating from anything else with that shape.
“All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow,” he quoted with a scowl before finally flicking out a hand and calling on the Barrier materia that glinted in his sword hilt. “Barrier.” The spell created a defensive wall around the kitchen worker to protect her from the creature’s claws as they descended towards her. And who said that Genesis couldn’t be downright charitable sometimes?
Angeal muttered that he could fix the door, and Genesis just scowled down at the Restore materia clutched between his hands. He forgot sometimes just how many practical skills his friend had picked up during their childhoods in Banora. Genesis certainly hadn’t had the same education in hard labor. His “parents” had owned quite a few orchards in the area, so they were wealthy enough that he’d never had to learn anything about how to use tools. Sephiroth likely hadn’t either, having grown up within Shinra. Angeal not so much.
From where he had been placed on the bed, Sephiroth stirred feebly and muttered something about how they shouldn’t fight. Genesis turned his glare to the silver-haired man instead. “Shut up, Sephiroth. I don’t take orders from you.” He never had, really. Even when their friend had been a General and technically his commanding officer, but then issues with authority had always been what had held him up in the Soldier program.
Sephiroth went on to point out that Angeal had saved him, and Genesis gave the dark-haired man a side eye before he pursed his lips in response. “Well that’s your own fault. Since when does the Great General Sephiroth need rescuing?” Despite his words, Genesis scanned Sephiroth a little worriedly. He really was in bad shape. Now that his coat was off, Genesis could tabulate the various wounds he’d sustained, the worst one currently having the bleeding stemmed with what appeared to be someone's shirt. Leaning over their friend, Genesis cautiously unhooked the belt and lifted away the blood-soaked fabric, biting his tongue as he got a good look at it.
“Shit,” he offered elegantly as he held the materia directly over the wound. “Curaga.” Genesis wasn’t a white magic specialist by any means, but he’d always prided himself on how he integrated materia usage with sword skills. A leveled Restore materia could go a long way on a mission without medics when you were surrounded by Soldiers who barely knew how to do anything more than swing a sword around.
He felt the magic drain out of him, but the edges of the wound remained a raw red, so he cast the spell twice more before the skin closed enough that he thought they could rebandage the wound. “Regen,” he murmured so that something would keep working on Sephiroth as he rolled the chair back a few feet to dig through Sephiroth’s drawers for a fresh shirt. He certainly wasn’t going to sacrifice any of his clothes to the cause.
Slapping a clean cotton shirt over the new, raw skin, he gave Angeal a slight look from where his friend was standing awkwardly by the door. “You can clean them up after I’m finished. If you want.” He scooted his chair half a foot up the bed in an invitation for Angeal to help before he turned his attention back to Sephiroth.
Genesis listened to Angeal’s story as he cast Cure spells over various wounds on Sephiroth’s body, but his eyebrows rose in disbelief the more he heard. “One man took both of you? One Soldier?” There hadn’t been anyone to rival Sephiroth in the program--much to Genesis’ chagrin--and to defeat Angeal alongside him was just insanity.
“Well of course you didn’t know him,” Genesis dismissed with a wave of his hand. “Seeing as you’ve both just returned from the dead.” Terribly blunt perhaps, but Genesis wasn’t one to beat around the bush, particularly not when he’d been without either of them for four years. The Soldier program had been through quite a few changes since Angeal’s suicide and Sephiroth’s mental break. “There wasn’t anyone like that in First class though. At least no blondes. The strongest Soldier left was-...” Genesis paused before giving Angeal a slightly bitter smile. “Well. You should know. You taught him enough, didn’t you?”
It was painful to finally admit out loud that Zack was stronger than him in the end. Scowling down at a particularly ragged wound of Sephiroth’s, Genesis offered a brief “Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world’s end,” before he pushed back his chair and rose to his feet.
“Ethers,” he explained, before turning away and stalking back to his bedroom. He needed a moment. Being forced to talk to Angeal so casually was more than he’d bargained for.
“Pride is lost, wings stripped away, the end is nigh,” Genesis informed his half-filled wine bottle before he took a small swig of the red liquid. He thought that it might understand, for it too had a pitiable fate ahead of languishing in a landfill for the rest of time.
Genesis was currently in bed--or at least he was trying to be. It was the middle of the day, but he had just returned from a very off-putting trip to Torensten. He’d had the most unlucky date of his life, and that was saying something considering his history with men, so he thought that he might try to drown a few of his sorrows before he let sleep take him. Sephiroth didn’t seem to be in their rented space, but that wasn’t terribly unusual for him. He was probably still out searching for their mutual friend, but if Genesis let his thoughts drift to Angeal then he’d never get to sleep, so he mostly just rested his back against the headboard and let the calm buzz of the wine take him.
At least until the crash of something hitting the front door followed by the crack of wood forced his eyes open.
“What in the goddess’ name-?” He swore as he climbed out of bed, his bare feet hitting the carpet. Genesis was currently only wearing a pair of dark pajama bottoms, so his wing swung out freely behind him, but he tucked it securely against his back as he went to go listen carefully at his bedroom door. It wouldn’t do to run out half-dressed into an ambush after all.
A raspy voice called his name from the other side of the door, and the familiarity of it made the wine bottle slip through his fingers. The glass didn’t break against the carpet, but some of the red liquid sloshed out across the floor. Genesis was quick to stoop and right the bottle, feeling his heartbeat pick up despite the more logical side of his brain whispering that it was impossible.
Angeal was dead.
His eyes darted to the window, and Genesis contemplated jumping out of it. He wasn’t ready for this. He might have never been ready, and it was only the desperation in the voice that had called for him that finally made him steel himself and twist the door handle open.
A grisly sight met him in the front room, and for a moment Genesis couldn’t do anything but stare. Angeal. Angeal nearly exactly how he remembered him fresh from battle with a nasty cut and dried blood over one eye. The buster sword was slung over his back, which seemed impossible in itself given that he’d last seen Zack wield the blade, but the Masamune was crossed over it, which made Genesis’ eyes dart to Sephiroth. Angeal was almost carrying him, which was something that he would have thought beneath the silver-haired man’s dignity. It didn’t look like Sephiroth was in any mood to put up a fight though. Sephiroth was always pale, but his face looked ashen and unhealthy now, his hair was a tangled mess, and his coat was torn open and bloody. Even in the split second of Genesis darting his eyes around to take everything in, a few drops of blood oozed from his back and hit the carpet. Sephiroth was in a bad way.
Which just made the rage in Genesis flare up more.
“You think you can just!-” Resisting the urge to inarticulately scream, Genesis instead marched up and grabbed Angeal by the front of his bloody turtleneck sweater. “If you think that after everything that happened, I’ll just let you march right in here because Sephiroth’s dying then!-” His eyes darted to Sephiroth’s face again, and a scowl lit up his face as he slowly loosened his grip on Angeal.
“...Then you’re absolutely right and I hate you,” he muttered, stepping back and running both hands over his face. His thoughts were running at a mile a minute, but they didn’t exactly have time for that now. Or at least Sephiroth didn’t have time for that now. “Get him on the bed. Take his coat off,” Genesis ordered Angeal, finding that he had a hard time looking at his friend. Somehow this was much worse than just being able to scream everything at him. At least that would have been cathartic. This felt way too casual, and he hated every second of it.
Turning his back on them, Genesis went to retrieve his rapier from where it was stored on the dresser in his own bedroom. A few slots of materia were inlaid into the hilt, and he plucked one of the green ones from it, glancing down at the emerald shine of the Restore materia before he returned to find his friends. Somehow it was easier to watch Angeal from the back instead of having to look him in the eye as he entered Sephiroth’s bedroom after him, and it was the first time that he noticed just how injured the dark-haired man was. Angeal was moving gingerly, as if not all the blood seeped into both of their clothing had belonged to Sephiroth.
Idiot. Dragging someone along while he was hurt himself. Typical Angeal.
Scowling down at the Restore materia in his hand, Genesis gently tapped it against Angeal’s back. “Cure,” he muttered, feeling a small amount of magic flowing out of him before he pointed a finger accusingly at him. “That’s all you get though! I’m not done with you. Also you could have knocked. Now you’ve lost us our security deposit, you dolt.”
Genesis grabbed the desk chair from the other side of the room and rolled it up to the side of the bed. He had a feeling that he’d be working a while, and he hadn’t even seen the extent of Sephiroth’s wounds yet. “What even happened? Not that I care obviously.”
Despite his initial depressive thoughts, Genesis found that something about the dim lighting and the vague floral scents wafting around his bench was relaxing. It was a more peaceful moment than he’d had in a long time, and he took in the half-moon overhead surrounded by a sprinkling of stars until someone yelling shattered the silence.
Well, that fleeting moment was ruined. Scowling, Genesis glanced over to see which couple was arguing, only to be taken aback when he saw that a lone man was pointing at him accusingly, hatred and betrayal laced through his glowing-red eyes. Now that didn’t seem fair. Genesis didn’t think that he’d done anything to warrant a stranger screaming at him. At least not lately.
The man stalked towards him, and Genesis for once was too startled to say anything, so he took the time to look him over instead. The blue badge on his chest stood out as a match to Genesis’ own, though it didn’t exactly look like the man was interested in romance so much as in taking a swing at him. Other than that, he wasn’t bad-looking by any means, though his dark shaggy hair could have used a trim. His outfit was actually rather nice with his red shirt complimenting his eyes and contrasting against his black tie and jacket, but this looked like a date best left quickly. Genesis didn’t make it a habit of hanging out with people who were looser cannons than he was.
The man poked him hard in the chest as he loomed over where Genesis was seated on the bench, and Genesis groaned dramatically to himself when he used his full name without being asked. “You’re joking. They paired me with someone from Midgar?” He oozed down further on the bench to contemplate his bad-luck until he was laying with one leg propped up on the bench and the other sprawled off to the side. “I suppose you’re mad about the copies then? Terribly sorry, that. What a mid-life crisis, am I right?”
Maybe he was antagonizing the man by being flippant, but Genesis couldn’t bring himself to care, especially when the man’s last words finally caught up to him.
...Brother?
Genesis squinted up at the angry man. Then he squinted some more.
“I’m not into that,” he informed him bluntly. It was always best to lay down boundaries quickly when it came to blind dates. Shrugging his shoulders, Genesis finally hopped off the bench in one smooth motion, doing his best to side-step the stranger so that he was no longer caught between him and a wooden bench. That didn’t exactly feel like the safest place to be at the moment.
“When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end, the goddess descends from the sky,” Genesis informed him, stretching out his arms while his lips twitched faintly upwards. “I suppose my wish was granted when I asked for anything other than a boring night. Going to tell me your name since you seem to know mine?”
Noctis stepped closer to examine the stone dragon statues in the center of the vaulted room. Genesis followed a bit dubiously given the creaking echoing through the chamber. “Better you than me,” he muttered to himself as his companion brushed some of the moss off of one before yelling back that they weren’t actually guardians. Genesis relaxed marginally at the news, though he didn’t bother to lower his rapier since he couldn’t imagine that they would escape a tower like this unscathed.
The dark-haired man had moved on from the statues to squint suspiciously at the ceiling, and Genesis followed his gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took the time to examine the mosaic more closely than before. What he’d taken to be a dragon from a distance was actually a familiar figure. Genesis himself had once held the materia to summon the beast, though he’d unfortunately not had it on him at the time that he’d been brought over to Zephon. “Bahamut?” He questioned to Noctis, though he didn’t have much time to consider it further as beams of light suddenly shot out from the walls and projected upwards towards the ceiling.
Stiffening, Genesis raised an eyebrow as he watched the cloaked figure now towering above them. The person was likely just an illusion given the projections of light, but it was a rather convincing one, and his words about dragonfire raining from the skies were...troubling. To say the least.
“Any idea what it means?” He muttered to Noctis, though he had some idea of what gate it spoke of. Genesis hadn’t been here yet when it had happened, but he had heard tales from others of the dragon’s gate that had been opened below Torensten. He supposed that was why the dragon cult that he’d once worked with chose to meet in the tunnels under the city.
The figure’s words about them attempting to take up the mantle of a ‘hero’ were almost certainly directed towards Genesis, which made him stiffen in place. It was as if the entity had looked directly into his past, and he couldn’t say that he liked it. “What would you know of me?” He seethed, but it seemed that it had directed a similar taunt towards Noctis, and he eyed his partner as the taunt sank in.
Even Kings. Kings?
“You’re joking.” He looked the man over in a new light, not seeing anything in particular that was royal about him, but then his only personal experience was from storybooks. Shinra presidents didn’t exactly compare. Were kings even supposed to use swords like that? Surely they had soldiers to fight for them?
“Do you make it a habit of running around alone, your majesty?” he complained, though it was really not the time. Scowling, Genesis decided that the first order of business was to shut up the figure above them.
“Fira.” Flames burst up around the cloaked man, though as expected, it didn’t seem to actually be present in the room with them. Still, the figure vanished as the spell died down, and suddenly even the dim green glow of the statues flickered off, plunging them into darkness. The lack of windows in the room made it difficult for Genesis to see anything at all, though he hoped that Noctis might be having more luck purely by the glow of Genesis’ own mako-infused eyes.
“All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow,” Genesis muttered to himself, stretching out a hand in an attempt to locate a wall that he could follow around. “You know, I’m beginning to think that reaching the roof alone might be a bad idea.”
Truthfully, Genesis wasn’t expecting much out of a blind dating event thrown together by some gaudy tourist company, but the distraction had been too much to resist. Sephiroth had been busy enough lately that he scarcely ever made it back home to their shared apartment. The silver-haired man was throwing everything into his search for Angeal, and while he didn’t seem to understand Genesis’ hesitance to join him, he mostly left him alone to his thoughts. Too alone. Genesis was sick of thinking. Maybe the company tonight would do him some good, even if they paired him with an absolute bore. Worst case scenario, the festival wine was cheap.
The Botanical Gardens that Genesis had been sent to in order to meet his partner were actually breath-taking enough to give even him pause, though he had never been one for the outdoors after being raised in the orchards of Banora. Flowers that he vaguely remembered seeing throughout his time in Zephon lined the path up to the lighthouse, and the entire scene was lit by the soft glow of dim lanterns and moonlight. It might have actually been romantic to come here with someone other than another desperate stranger.
Angeal would have loved it. He would have spent the entire time examining the flowers to see if there were any he could grow in their apartment while Genesis languished on a bench, drinking wine and bemoaning the bugs that the new plants would bring.
Now that was a thought that needed banished immediately.
Genesis didn’t particularly feel like putting much effort into finding his match. There was a wooden bench along the path that was currently unoccupied, and he dropped into it after making sure that his bright blue badge would be clearly visible to passerby. Blue wasn’t a color he particularly liked, but he wasn’t the type to stand up a date after all.
“Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return,” he mused to himself as he watched the stars shimmer overhead. “To become the dew that quenches the land. To spare the sands, the seas, the skies. I offer thee this silent sacrifice.”
“The butler and the piano then,” Genesis agreed on the group’s course of action, though he couldn’t help but scowl at the armored man’s speculations about what had been going on with the count. It wasn’t something to get into with three near strangers, but he had a particular loathing for those who abused scientific experiments and pushed the boundaries with people’s lives. The flecks of blood that had been on his sword suddenly made more sense, and he muttered his displeasure as they approached the entrance hall.
“Why do we even care what happened to the count then? If you ask me, it looks like we all killed him, and probably for good reason,” Genesis complained before noticing the blond man standing with his back to them as he examined the griffon statue in the center of the room. The man was tall and well-built and seemed to be some kind of soldier based on the blue armor he wore. Genesis had never met him before, but he recognized the man from his brief jump down into the ballroom.
“Oh, it’s you. What happened to your companions? Or is that man with the streak in his hair still setting fire to the building?” Genesis had accused that mysterious figure enough times that he was starting to believe his own lie that the man had been the one to set the balcony on fire rather than Genesis himself. That was for the best really. The best lies were always the ones that you believed yourself.
“Ripples form on the water’s surface / The wandering soul knows no rest,” he quoted for his own benefit before turning back to the blond man almost as an afterthought. “Oh yes, is that butler still in the parlor? Muscles here has a question for him,” he explained while gesturing to his armored companion.
Genesis had been rather hoping that no one would ask about the smoke slipping out from under the broken door, but of course it was the first question out of the armored man’s mouth as soon as he returned from investigating the parlor. Well, it certainly wasn’t Genesis’ fault. He never would have cast a fire spell indoors if that brunette man hadn’t antagonized him. How had he gotten up to the balcony so fast anyway? It was suspicious, but it made it easier to blame him for the fire. It wasn’t as if the others could prove him wrong when they had all left the room to investigate other parts of the manor.
“I have no idea,” Genesis lied, touching a hand to his chest as he cast a despairing look behind him. “It was that man downstairs. The one with the white streak in his hair. Why would he do something like this?”
Well. It wasn’t entirely a lie. He really had been asking for it.
The bearded man shared his findings in the parlor, and Genesis had to raise an eyebrow at the revelation about the sickly looking portrait. Unless the count had a twin brother, it seemed odd that a relative would resemble him so closely, and he agreed with the brunette girl’s observation that the butler might know more about who it would have been.
“The wind sails over the water’s surface, quietly but surely,” he narrated for them from Loveless as they started to descend back downstairs, but before they could get very far, the last member of their group finally rejoined from his own explorations. The masked man’s search seemed to have been the most fruitful, and Genesis glanced over the note that he’d found a bit curiously.
“There’s Time materia that grants the abilities Haste, Slow, and Stop of course. But I can’t say that I’ve ever heard of a time mage,” he gave his own opinion as they reached the first floor landing and he eyed the heavy wooden front doors. “Those tiger eyes seem straightforward though. Has anyone seen a piano?”
The words were barely out of his mouth when there was a sudden crash of several piano keys being struck at once followed by a girl screaming. Well that was convenient.
The man in armor agreed that something must have been inside the glass dais before he informed Genesis that he was going to leave to search the parlor room. “Good luck,” he said with a wave of his hand as the bearded man departed. He hadn’t yet asked any of his companions for their names, and it occurred to him now that maybe he should have. They were growing on him a little, though he didn’t know how to refer to any of them beyond insulting nicknames based on their appearances. Muscle Knight. Wutai Ninja. Shinra reporter.
Well. It did the job.
Genesis let the feather that he’d been examining drift to the ground as he wondered idly where he should go explore. It seemed like the other three were being fairly thorough, so maybe it would be best to join one of them and-
His arms erupted in goosebumps as a feeling swept over him that wasn’t entirely unlike when Jenova or one of her other carriers were near. Genesis whirled around in time to see one of the people that he’d encountered in his brief flight down to the ballroom. One of his eyebrows quirked upward as he wondered how on earth the man had gotten up here so fast. He didn’t look particularly dangerous, though the golden patterns attached to his robes gave him the air of some sort of military general. Genesis didn’t entirely like the white streak through his brown hair or the stone in the middle of his forehead either. It marked him as something a little more than human, but his thoughts of unease went out the window as soon as the man opened his mouth and spoke.
Oh. Oh. He was just asking to die.
“Firaga!” Genesis set fire to the place where the man had been standing, scowling when he vanished a split second before the spell could strike. “Oh that’s rich! Fashion advice from a man who thinks white fur cuffs are acceptable!” He yelled after him. He had no idea if the man could actually hear him, but it was for his own benefit if nothing else. “And this is a uniform,” he huffed to himself, quieter than before. Truthfully, he had no idea why he didn’t change his style now that Shinra had little relevance to his life, but old habits were hard to change. Maybe that made him more like Sephiroth than he cared to admit.
It suddenly occurred to Genesis that perhaps casting a third level fire spell indoors hadn’t been the best plan. He always did have a difficult time remembering that other people’s safety mattered sometimes. “Huh…” He watched the fire eat its way across the pieces of shattered balcony, deciding that the tile decoration would at least ensure that the fire didn’t spread very fast. It wasn’t as if he could fix the problem anyway. He didn’t have any Water or Ice materia equipped.
“My friend, the fates are cruel / There are no dreams, no honor remains,” Genesis lamented to himself before leaving the balcony and pulling the broken door firmly closed behind him. “Magic barrier,” he grumbled as an afterthought, putting up a slight layer of protection before turning around and coming face to face with the brunette woman in their group.
“Oh, Shinra reporter. It’s you.” She likely wouldn’t get the nickname, but something about her short hair and armful of notes made her look like someone who would have spied on him for the tabloids in a previous life. Except for her eyes of course. Perhaps he wasn’t one to talk with his mako eyes, but having no pupils whatsoever was unnerving.
She explained the state that she’d found the bathroom in before suggesting that they return to the ballroom to compare notes with what everyone else had found. Genesis nodded in agreement, wondering if he was imagining the smell of smoke creeping under the door. “Might I suggest we go a bit quickly then?”
Genesis prematurely scowled when Noctis explained that the only things he could pull from the ether were weapons, but the boy ended up surprising him when he flicked on a light attached to his jacket collar. “At least your world wasn’t a pit of no technology like some of them seem to be,” he said by way of thanks as he peered into the dim hallway. The small amount of light helped, though he wasn’t a huge fan of the shadows that it created along the stone walls. Regardless, he let Noctis go first as they cautiously moved forward. The dark-haired man had been here before after all, and he was the one holding the light.
Noctis explained his thoughts about the tower as they moved, though knowing what to expect did nothing to assuage Genesis’ suspicions about the place. “Wonderful. Then I’ll expect that one of us will have to distract them while the other searches for the off switch,” he said with a slight roll of his eyes. It wasn’t altogether comforting, but at least they weren’t coming in blind without knowing the guardians’ weaknesses. “Any idea what exactly they’re guarding?”
The hallway suddenly lit up with an eerie green glow as lights appeared to guide them through the rest of the corridor. Noctis switched off his flashlight while Genesis curiously trailed a gloved finger along one of the indentations on the walls. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say it almost looks like mako energy from my world,” he mused before finding the need to follow that up with a Loveless quote. “Legend shall speak / Of sacrifice at world’s end.”
Noctis made a joke about the tower welcoming them inside, and Genesis chuckled in agreement as they finally came to the end of the stairwell. The hallway led them into a large, dark space, though the walls lit up with the same green light as soon as the two had edged forward enough to enter the room completely.
Genesis looked around the cavernous room, noting that while the walls were made of the same stone as the hallway, the ceiling was a beautiful tile mosaic stretching at least thirty feet overhead in the design of a dragon. The only other exit that Genesis could see was a pair of double doors waiting for them on the opposite end of the room. The domed room had plenty of empty space between them and the doors, but Genesis eyed the stone statues in the very center a bit dubiously.
Taking a step further inside, Genesis let out a dramatic sigh as the sound of creaking stone reached his ears. “I don’t suppose we’re in luck enough that it could just be the tower moving again?” He asked as he drew his red rapier and held it at his side. He wasn’t sure how strong these guardians were, but he planned to be ready.
