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There was essentially zero doubt in Raul's mind that it was only a matter of time until things went pear-shaped. That was why he was trying so hard to be careful. The more warriors they could free, the better off they would be once the inevitable battle came.

That was the gist of the plan they'd come up with, anyway.

Simply put, there were far too many guards for nobody to notice so many prisoners going missing. With over four hundred Rainlords needing to be freed and only a handful of Invisibility rings at their disposal, this was an enormous undertaking.

Thankfully, the warriors were actually a bit easier to free than the civilians, because the warriors were mostly just frozen heads. The guards weren't nearly as attentive toward the cold storage rooms compared to all the cells with living people in them.

From their intial scouting of the compound, they'd discovered that an apparent pencil pusher was the primary custodian of cold storage. It was a bespectacled, rail-thin man by the name of Arino. Twice a day, first thing in the morning and the last thing at night, Arino would make a round through each of the cold rooms, check on every frozen captive, and tick the corresponding name off a very long list.

Tedious didn't even begin to describe that man's job. He seemed perfectly content with it, though. Never complaining, always formal and polite toward his coworkers.

Arino wouldn't be the problem. It was the dozens upon dozens of guards around him that would be.

Many of them were servants. In fact, Raul suspected that literally all of them were, but they had no means of confirming that. It could've just been that their reapers were elsewhere, tending to other matters.

That was the trouble with servants. They could pass for civilians easily enough. Raul had taken advantage of that fact himself before, but it sure didn't feel good to be on the other side, becoming sick with paranoia as he wondered who among all these sons of bitches was the most dangerous.

They had very little in the way of intel on the personnel within Logden Prison. He'd hoped that the Ridgemark Private Military Police would be able to help with that, but apparently, Logden was a trouble spot even for them. Activity here was constant, with guards being swapped out all the time. This place was closely linked with the Vantalayan Military Police and its many war fronts.