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Hmm. Hector allowed a beat to pass before asking his next question. "If you really don't remember Roman, then why is it you, of all people, who is showing up here now?"

The little captain paused. "Okay, I do remember him. I was just curious to see how he'd react."

"I hate this kid," said Roman.

"But also," Erickson went on with a light laugh, "Atreya has been a very quiet little country until recently. We don't have any personnel around here who've had dealings with you folks. Except me, apparently, even though I barely qualify."

Roman gave an audible sniff. "And perhaps you guys are also a bit leery about the fact that you kinda-sorta refused to help us?"

Bartholomew made no response.

Roman kept going. "Sure, Harper came to our aid, being the great guy that he is, but that was only after Kohzek turned us down. If Harper didn't have his own special status within the Vanguard, then I get the feeling that he wouldn't have been allowed to help us, either."

Hector knew a bit about that. Apparently, Harper Norez's rank of lieutenant general was somewhat symbolic in nature. While the man didn't have to take orders from anyone below the rank of general, he also didn't carry any actual authority of his own.

And so Bartholomew's rank of regional captain didn't necessarily mean he was less "powerful" than Harper. In fact, if the kid's influence within the Vanguard was taken into account, he might well be more powerful.

This was certainly no low-ranking officer who'd been sent to talk to them.

With all of that in mind, however, Hector did not want to add to the negative tone that Roman was setting up for them. "Whatever the case may be," he chose to say, "we're still thankful to the Vanguard for Mr. Norez's help. How is he, by the way? Do you know?"

"Making waves in Melmoore, last I heard. But he tends to travel quite a bit. That intel is outdated by now, I'm sure."

"As long as he's safe," said Hector. "The war has had me worried about him."

A brief silence arrived as Bartholmew seemed to be eyeing Hector up.

And Hector used the opportunity to do the same. The kid's aura was something else. Difficult to read. It was frankly unlike anything Hector had encountered before, which made him wonder in a background thought process if the childish body might be playing a role there, too.

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It was a child, Hector saw--or at least, it was someone with the appearance of one. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen such a young-looking servant, but it was obvious from that question and from the way he carried himself that this was someone of considerable experience.

Or just a lot of confidence.

Hector knew a thing or two about keeping up appearances like that.

Before Hector could respond, however, Roman stepped up first. "Is that the young Captain Erickson I spy?"

The boy looked at Roman, but there was no light of recognition in his eyes, doubtless because of the iron plate armor in the way.

Roman threw a look toward Hector, who felt a bit reluctant but still obliged the unspoken request and dematerialized it for him.

For a few beats, the kid just stood there, staring at Roman. "...Sorry, I still don't know who you are."

"Oh, come on. I was with the Queen of Atreya when you met with her. Harper Norez was there. We were asking you for assistance. Or, rather, we were asking your reaper, I suppose."

The young captain put a hand to his chin and squinted. "...Are you sure that was you?"

Roman's hands flailed a bit with exasperation. "The nerve of this kid. Yes, it was me! Your reaper's name is Kohzek, isn't it?"

That skeptical expression didn't change, but after a moment, he did say, "Alright, I guess you must be telling the truth."

Roman looked back toward Hector for support. "Even after saying that, he obviously still doesn't remember me, does he?"

Hector took the cue to step forward, too. "I mean, you do make a hobby out of being as forgettable as possible, don't you?"

"Hey, man, that's different. Whose side are you on here?"

"A prescient question," said the Vanguardian boy.

Now that Roman had identified the kid for him, Hector knew a bit about who he was dealing with here. He'd heard the tales from Roman and Lynn about their adventures in trying to secure assistance in retaking Atreya from the Abolish saboteurs.

This was Bartholomew Erickson, a regional captain of the Vanguard.

Which, given the incredible size of Intar, seemed like quite the coincidental encounter. Too coincidental, in fact, making it highly suspect that Bartholomew would truly not remember Roman. Was the kid just messing with him, Hector wondered?

"You know who I am?" asked Hector.

"The Lord Darksteel of Atreya," said Bartholomew.

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Clearly, this guy had been able to respond to stimuli, even if it was only for a moment. So he wasn't completely unreachable, at least.

Or he was still just faking, and Selena's move had caught him off guard.

Hector was particularly wary of that.

As he kept mulling it over, Voreese apparently arrived at her own conclusion and turned to Selena again. 'Alright, kiss him on the lips.'

He stepped in and eased Selena back toward the others.

'Oh, come on. You guys are seriously underestimating the power of a little female attention. I mean, look at her! She's cute as a button, isn't she? I'm just helping her harness her latent abilities. You understand, don't you, Selena?'

"Would you shut up already?" said Roman.

'Fuck you. I'm trying to use a scalpel here, so you fellas better not whip out a sledgehammer and call that the superior solution. There are a lot of innocent bystanders around, you know.'

That part, at least, Hector could agree with. "Relax," he told Voreese. "We don't need intel that bad. There are other places we can try."

'Hmph.'

Before resorting to that, though, Hector had to wonder if he could wake this guy up somehow. Assuming the dude wasn't simply faking, then shouldn't it have been theoretically possible to extend his own aura around this fellow and protect him from manipulation like the others in his party.

Unless... his aura wasn't actually what was protecting them? Hector was fairly sure it was, but didn't actually know that for certain, of course. Moreover, he wasn't sure how to manipulate his own aura in such a way, either. He'd kinda done stuff like that before, but... hmm. It wasn't like he was consciously protecting Roman and everyone else, at the moment.

So maybe it was a subconscious thing? They were all part of the 'group,' so his aura was just shielding them automatically.

Did he just have to start thinking of this stranger as part of the group, too, then? Somehow, that felt wrong. And maybe kinda dumb. Especially when he didn't know the first thing about this person.

A new aura arrived at the periphery of Hector's senses, pulling his attention away from his internal debate. Someone was right outside the building. Someone that hadn't been there a few seconds ago.

He reached out with the Scarf for more information, but the door swung open before it could tell him anything, throwing the air currents into disarray.

"Would you mind leaving that man alone, please?" came a very youthful voice.

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That look on her face was even more confusing, Hector thought. And what was that aura saying? He'd never seen the like before.

Which wasn't saying much, he supposed in the back of his mind. He was still very new to this whole aura reading business, after all.

Selena still elected not to say anything, though, and simply turned back to the stranger seated in front of her. But she didn't do exactly as Voreese had asked, either. She got close to the man, but she didn't actually touch him.

Instead, she gave a quick wave of her hand, right next to the guy's face. Close enough, in fact, that from Hector's perspective behind her, he might've thought she touched him, if not for the Scarf of Amordiin informing him of the precise distance between her and the stranger.

As well as the disturbance in the air currents around her. She'd used her materialization power over oxygen, Hector realized.

A gentle wind swirled around the stranger, tousling his hair and clothes a bit but otherwise doing nothing else.

And it had certainly given the man a start. Hector easily sensed it, both in the fellow's aura and in the subtle flinch of his body. There was a flash of surprise and fear there, but then it was gone, replaced again by the previous sense of blankness that the guy's aura had.

Hmm.

'That's not what I told you to do, girlie.'

"My name is Selena, thank you very much."

'Oho. While I can respect the sudden spine you're demonstrating, you shouldn't go revealing your name so carelessly like that. Never know who might be listening.'

"It's my name. I'll reveal it whenever I please."

Voreese snickered. 'Alright, now that might be a little TOO much spine.'

Selena pointed at Roman. "Also, he already revealed your name aloud, so where's his lecture?"

'Y'know, you make an excellent point,' said Voreese as she rounded her own servant. 'Why you gotta be such a dumbass, huh? What happened to operational security? You're supposed to be better than this.'

"I can only apologize," said Roman. "I must've been unconsciously hoping that it would help someone track you down and free me from this living hell."

Voreese ignored him and moved on to Hector. 'So? Any of that prove helpful?'

Weirdly enough, it had. But Hector wasn't sure he should say so and reinforce the reaper's behavior.

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From everything he'd seen so far, the mass manipulation didn't seem like it would be all that strong, since it was obviously spread so thin. Plus, Hector didn't feel any pressure on his own thought processes, nor did he notice any odd behavior from the others in his party here.

So... maybe this guy here... was just pretending to be manipulated like everyone else? Trying to fly under the radar?

Which would be very suspicious, if so.

Like something that an undercover agent of Abolish might be trying to do, for example.

But that was only one possibility, of course. The guy could just be unrelated to this whole mess and wanting to avoid getting involved. Not to mention, it was unlikely that someone from Abolish would've infiltrated Andeyal so deeply like this. This was supposed to be the heart of Vanguardian territory, wasn't it?

Then again, Hector hadn't technically encountered any Vanguardians yet, himself. They were probably watching him, but he didn't actually know that for sure.

"...Sir, I promise you that I mean no harm," he tried. "I'd just like some answers, and then I'll be on my way."

Silence.

'...Are you sure this guy can hear you?' asked Voreese.

"No," said Hector. "It's just... a hunch."

For some reason, that made her snicker. 'I gotcha.' Then she turned to Selena Cortes who was standing toward the back of their troupe. 'Hey, girlie, c'mere a sec.'

Now Hector was curious. He watched Selena walk forward, still clad in the armor that he'd made for her, of course.

'Take off your helmet,' said Voreese. 'The gauntlets, too.' Then she turned to Hector. 'In fact, just remove the whole thing for her.'

Hector did no such thing. "...Why?"

'Oh, c'mon, just trust me.'

That was not good enough, but when Hector looked at Selena, he found her already doing as she'd been asked. "You don't have to listen to her," he said.

'Yes, she does.'

"It's okay," said Selena, smiling. "Whatever it is, I wanna help."

Hector frowned inside his helmet, still not dematerializing the armor for her.

'Good girl,' said Voreese. 'Now, go touch the stinky bum.'

Roman stepped in now. "Oh my goddess, Voreese. Stop."

'Don't be such a white-knighting pussy. Relax.'

Selena hadn't even hesitated and was already about to do it.

Hector felt compelled to intervene and put a hand on her shoulder. "Y-you really don't have to do that..."

Rather than answering him, however, Selena just eyed his hand, which made him retract it.

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The task proved more difficult than anticipated, however. Even with all this noise they were making, Hector didn't see any onlookers turning their way. And the aura was casting a wide enough net that it felt like it could belong to almost anyone in here.

But maybe if he concentrated a bit more...

Focused on what the Scarf was telling him, too...

Maybe...

Ah.

He sensed head movement while his back was turned.

A man by the far door. Sitting on a bench with people on either side of him.

That would've been much more difficult to notice if everyone else wasn't being so freakishly motionless.

Hell, even their breathing all seemed to be in sync, he realized. Wow, that was creepy.

But yeah, that guy was different. Not only had his head moved, but his breathing was off pace with the others, too.

Hector decided to approach.

The expression in the man's eyes was similar to everyone else's. And his clothes seemed about the same, as well. Layered. Full of holes. Could probably do with a good washing. And there was a pair of bags at his feet, seemingly belonging to him.

Long, frayed brown hair covered his head like an old mop, and a bushy beard hid his mouth completely.

All things considered, he reminded Hector of Leo before the guy had cleaned himself up. Minus the dreadlocks. And the stench.

"Pardon me, sir," said Hector. "We've just arrived in town, and we're... uh, quite confused about all the strange things going on around here. Would you be able to tell us about what's been happening in Andeyal, lately?"

The man made no response and just kept gazing blankly off to the side.

After a while longer of silence, Hector began to wonder if he was mistaken. Maybe this guy was just as influenced as everyone else. He decided to try another time, though. "Please. Anything you could tell us would be helpful."

Still, there was nothing.

Hmm.

Hector supposed that a powerful aura didn't necessarily mean that the guy would be completely immune to psychic manipulation. In fact, that might've been the main reason why psychics in general were so scary: because even very strong servants could be like putty in their hands. And it was possible that he was only slightly resistant to it, compared to the others.

But still. Hector's eyes narrowed inside his helmet as he decided that he wasn't ready to leave this dude alone just yet.

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While the Basilica was both the most enticing place to go, Hector felt like it was also the most dangerous--or if not that, then at least the most predictable.

It was a strange feeling. Like he needed to rebel against the attempts at manipulation from unseen observers. Psychics who were silently watching him, trying to influence him in countless subtle ways.

Probably paranoia, he figured. But a little extra caution never hurt, either.

The chosen destination turned out to be a building called the Charities of the Warm Night.

Hector stopped in front of its apparent front entrance for a moment, unsure of what that name actually meant. It seemed to be open to the public, considering its welcome sign that denoted 24-hour service.

When they entered, Hector's uncertainty was soon dispelled.

There were plenty of people around, and they were all being very quiet and orderly, often looking quite similar to the vacant-eyed crowds that he'd witnessed earlier. But their attire and belongings made their circumstances apparent. Ragged and rough, worn in many layers. Plastic bags filled with seemingly random paraphernalia.

All-in-all, it didn't look too different from the shelters in Gray Rock. Hector had made a habit of visiting them on occasion, though it had of course gotten increasingly difficult as his notoriety continued to grow. Disguises had become a necessity, but even that tactic didn't always work.

That was why he'd been resorting to sending other people in his stead, recently. Thankfully, there were still plenty of Rainlords in Warrenhold who were willing to help.

The intention had been to not just provide aid to the shelters but to also foster a network of streetwise informants who could keep him in the loop about things going on all over Gray Rock. It hadn't proved especially helpful as of yet, but that was fine, of course. Garovel had meant for it to be a long-term project from the beginning.

Here and now, these clanking suits of armor were obviously not helping them blend in at all, and yet the people here still weren't paying them any attention.

In fact, if anything, the added spectacle was helpful, because Hector was more interested in finding someone who actually could notice them. Someone without that listless expression on their face.

Judging from the powerful aura that he was sensing within this place, there was bound to be someone like that here. Probably.

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Garovel gave an echoing snort. 'Y'know, maybe you could share some of these freaky new powers with yours truly, hmm?'

'Wha?'

'I mean, I share my powers with you all the time, don't I? It'd only be fair, right?'

'And how exactly would I do that for you?'

'I dunno. But I also don't know how you do half the other shit you do, so. Is it really such a crazy thing to ask? Maybe it's just a matter of applying yourself.'

'Uh-huh...'

'Hector, what I'm saying is, it's actually YOUR fault that I'm not a godlike powerhouse, wreathed in pure majesty and wonder. So I'd appreciate it if you would stop being so lazy and get on that, please. Thanks in advance.'

'Man, they really weren't kidding when they said that reapers are power hungry, huh?'

'Yeah, well, what's the use in hiding it, anymore? Might as well just let it fly and see how the chips fall, eh?'

He could still tell from the reaper's aura that he was mostly kidding.

'Mostly' being the keyword.

Hector didn't mind, though. In fact, that kernel of truth in there might've been making it even funnier to him, somehow, and he couldn't help snickering under his breath.

'Oh, good, you could tell I was joking, still. I was a little worried that bit went too far, and you'd start to think I'm a genuine lunatic.'

'I mean, you ARE a genuine lunatic, though.'

'Okay, yeah. But. Like. In a good way, right?'

'Of course.' Hector allowed a beat to pass. 'But I know a small part of you wasn't joking.'

'Alright, relax, pal. My ego can only handle so many beatings in a single conversation.'

That pulled another laugh out of him, this time loud enough to draw attention from the others in their group.

Naturally, Voreese was not too shy to address it. 'Somethin' funny?'

"Just Garovel being Garovel."

'Ah. Well, I hate to be the party pooper, but now's not exactly a good time to be getting distracted, y'know?'

She wasn't wrong to be concerned, Hector knew, but he also wasn't about to try and explain how he still had two entire thought processes that were fully on task.

Instead, he just pointed and started walking. "This way," he said.

Of all the auras he could sense, there were several that stuck out to him. The Basilica was clearly housing multiple of them, but he wanted to investigate the others first, if only a little bit.

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And worse still, if Abbas couldn't even tell how incredible the Amir-22 already was, then what did that mean? Was he just that out of touch? Too deep into his work? Or did he simply have much crazier plans already in mind that would make this pale in comparison?

Hector was fairly confident that it was the latter. He didn't want to imagine that their trip down memory lane together might have been for naught. Abbas knew the importance of not getting too detached. He had to.

All of these thoughts were stewing around in background thought processes.

His foremost concern remained on the mission at hand. Finding one of these senators. From the way "Prince David" had described it, Hector had a suspicion that aura would be his best bet in tracking them. Presumably, these important leaders would be in some way more noticeable than the rest.

He tried to reach out with his senses as he steered the group down toward the center of the district, aiming for a spot near the entrance of the big castle that he was honestly still drooling over in the back of his mind, even now.

He could just take them onto the castle grounds directly, but somehow, that felt like a bad idea. Better to approach more carefully.

Already, he could sense a noticeable difference in this district. No one was on the street, but he could sense auras everywhere, inside the buildings.

And as he laid eyes on the big castle walls from this fresh perspective on the ground, he felt compelled to consult his reaper.

'Garovel, do you know what this place is called?' asked Hector.

'Oh, this? Yeah, it's the Basilica of the Heavenly Ending. It's the third largest church in the world. Quite a big deal.'

'Wow.' He was tempted to ask what the other two were, but Garovel kept talking before he could make up his mind.

'I'm surprised you needed me to tell you, now that you're such a know-it-all.'

'I'm sensing a bit of resentment, Garovel.'

'Oh, is your fancy aura-reading telling you that?'

'Actually, it's your tone of voice. Your aura is telling me you're just joking and not upset at all.'

'Okay, well, now THAT is kind of upsetting. How am I supposed to mess with your head when you can just cheat and see right through me like that?'

'I'm sure you'll find a way.'

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Those flying buttresses, though. Wow. The way they flanked the third story, supporting its vaulted formation... God, that looked so cool. Maybe he should try adding some flying buttresses to Warrenhold...

Or perhaps to the castle that was to be built around Cocora's Candle.

That hadn't slipped his mind, of course, even if it was still seeming quite impractical. The problem with it wasn't just funding, he'd come to realize. There was also the need for secrecy--and potentially, the need for a truly exceptional architect. As much as he enjoyed daydreaming about robust fortifications and fanciful heraldry, Hector was not under the impression that he alone could design such a place.

Fusion Forges all but invited sieges. Historically speaking, it was almost a foregone conclusion. A proper designer would be much needed in order to help defend against that inevitibility.

If Abbas started pumping out incredible work after incredible work, that was inevitably going to draw attention. And as Hector had been sifting through the Candle's vast historical knowledge, he was now very aware of how much danger the Forge might one day attract.

And this shield on his back could make that day arrive sooner rather than later, if he wasn't careful. The Amir-22, Abbas had called it. Just another work-in-progress, as far as the Sunsmith was concerned. He'd told Hector that the improvements were "trifles."

But Hector had tested it out during his training. He knew that it was no meager step forward, compared to the Amir-10. And that there was yet more to discover with it, too.

Moreover, he knew something was changing with Abbas himself. In the grand scheme of things, they hadn't even known each other that long, but the guy was clearly different from how he'd been before he'd started using the Candle.

Which shouldn't have been a surprise, Hector supposed. The Candle had obviously had a big impact on himself, so it only made sense that it would be having an effect on Abbas, too, even if it wasn't the same.

Nonetheless, it made Hector concerned. He still remembered Haqq Najir and Sazandara mentioning how difficult and time-consuming the creation of the Amir-9 had been. From the way they'd talked, it had sounded like that prototype shield had taken them months or even years of painstaking effort.

And yet now, Abbas had knocked out twelve new iterations in, what? A couple weeks? Perhaps a bit longer, if he'd been working on it and just not telling Hector about it, but still.

That was genuinely insane. And honestly quite terrifying, the more Hector thought about it.

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It wasn't just the aura that was telling him that, though. Hector certainly noticed the way that Loren's eyes had been locking onto him periodically, like they were trying to look into his very soul.

There was something familiar in that look, Hector felt. Similar to Banda Toro, somehow. And Hector didn't think he would ever be able to forget the way Banda had observed him, even in the middle of their fight.

But it was only similar, of course. Not the same. Loren's aura was totally different. Hector didn't get the impression that Loren was reading his own aura the way that Banda had been doing.

But maybe he was trying to. Maybe he was close to pulling it off, even.

An interesting detail, Hector thought. Something to watch out for. Especially if he intended to have this Loren fellow stick around.

The Cathedral District was even more magnificent than Hector anticipated. Truth be told, when he'd first heard about it, he'd figured that it would be where some of the most ancient and well-preserved architecture in the entire city was to be found, and it had therefore taken a bit of extra willpower to put off going there.

But now that they were here, he was not disappointed in the slightest. And this aerial view made it even better to observe. From up here, it was easier to appreciate not just the buildings themselves but also the layout of the whole district overall. The way the streets were woven together. The way the structures followed a clear concentric pattern.

The entire district was one big circle, with the largest and most grandiose cathedral in the center.

And that thing was a fortress unto itself. Laying eyes on it now, a sense of shame began coming over him as he realized that he did not know the name of it already. How the hell had he missed this place? Sure, this trip had been conducted on rather short notice, but still. He'd looked up so many famous Intarian castles.

Must've been because this wasn't a "proper" castle in the traditional sense. Yeah, it was massive and could obviously serve as one in a pinch, but it did lack a lot of the more obvious defensive design choices that a place like Livingston had. No crenelated turrets, for one thing. No murder holes, for another. Admittedly, that one might've felt a bit inappropriate for a place of supposed peace and worship.

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'Well, now what?' said Voreese after they'd all regathered.

A part of Hector was still unsatisfied. He wanted to find a second hospital to check, because there was a strong chance that this one had received preferential treatment by the manipulators due to its close proximity to Livingston. Everyone might've just been sent right on over to the castle, assuming there was enough room.

But he supposed he'd already gotten his answer, regardless. An evacuation had clearly been conducted here. That was all he needed to know at the moment; and moreover, there was still the more pressing question of why.

Hector had a responsibility here. Sure, their little group here might've been composed entirely of reapers and undead, but that didn't make them invincible. If some powerful Intarian was going to such lengths in order to evacuate civilians like this, then it was a fair bet that something dangerous was on the way.

Sticking around, therefore, would be playing with fire.

"Let's head over to the Cathedral District," said Hector.

And rather than exiting through the front entrance, they decided to head to the roof so that Hector could carry everyone but Roman up into the sky again. He wanted to get another good view of the city as they moved along, in part because Hector was now curious about what might be going on in the direction opposite of the Cathedral District.

If the manipulators hadn't been lying, then that particular district was probably pretty safe, which meant that the danger was expected to arrive from the other direction. Northwest of Livingston.

Hector asked for Loren's help along the way. He had the guy staring off into the distance like a hawk as they flew. But Loren was being very quiet, so Hector felt the further need to push a bit.

"Anything?" he asked after a while of hovering flight.

"No, sir," said Loren, sounding as calm and collected as could be.

Hmm. Hector had also been trying to pay special attention to this Lighteyes fellow the whole time they'd been here. The guy's aura seemed like it had quite a bit to say, though none of it was terribly clear. Hector was getting the impression that this dude was actually quite conflicted inside, despite how silent and professional he acted.

But one thing about him was obvious. He wasn't secretly hostile. Unless Hector was reading something wrong--which was always a possibility, of course--this man actually seemed to be quite curious about Hector.

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The group soon departed for the hospital in question. Indeed, it wasn't very far at all, just as Nadim had said. He wondered if that was because of Livingston. The hospital looked similarly archaic in design compared to most of the buildings around it, so Hector wondered if it had been built to help support Livingston Grand Castle during medieval times.

Or even earlier, perhaps. Hector knew a bit of Livingston's history already. The core of the castle had been built nearly two thousand years ago, during the Golden Era of the Mohssian Empire, so there was a chance that this hospital was similarly ancient.

Hector was mindful of everything the Scarf could tell him as they approached the structure. He was mindful of the rather large cube floating around him, too. The Laughing Ceese that he'd captured inside of it was still there, of course, being quiet as could be, perhaps in the hope that Hector would forget about it, but the closer the group got to meeting normal, regularly-minded people, the more Hector was reminded of the weird creature that he had in his personal orbit.

As Voreese had said, if anyone saw it, they would probably freak out. But then again, given the strange state of the city, perhaps they wouldn't. Hector was beginning to wonder if he would ever meet any 'normal' people in Andeyal at all.

Because the hospital was indeed empty. Even without entering, he could sense from the air currents through the doors and windows that there were no human figures around. Maybe it wasn't even worth going inside to make sure, but they did, anyway. There could've always been people deeper in. There were plenty of rooms with no windows, after all.

It did ultimately end up being fruitless, though. After nearly twenty minutes of splitting up and checking almost every floor, they found not a single soul around. Unfortunately, even the reapers hadn't seemed entirely confident in their senses here, because many of the walls were apparently infused with soul power.

And while it certainly felt like a waste of time, it did at least provide Hector with the evidence that he'd been looking for. There was no sign of a struggle or any damage to the building, so it probably hadn't come under attack, which meant that it had probably been evacuated in a quite orderly manner.

He also noticed that many of the rooms seemed to be even emptier than expected. It wasn't just that the people were gone. There was a lot of equipment missing, too.