They roamed around the small corner of a city that was practically barren. A block of area with old buildings that were practically breaking down, scheduled for demolition and reconstruction. The air was thick with the smell of oil and dust, and only the sound of the metal beams creaking in the wind.
Sirilak led them into the depths of this area until they finally reached a run-down building that did not seem as bad as the others. She nodded, indicating that Stella was in fact in this place. It was a building spanning a couple of dozen meters and nearly 10 stories high. The lingering tinge of magic in the air confirmed Sirilak's skill. It was proof of people being in the building who were using strong magic. Slowly, they made their way inside.
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Stella was sitting in the same chair, chained to it. The villains' attempt to kill her was futile, with the magic from he grimoire using everything in itself to keep Stella alive, they could not find a way.
