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asked.
    She shook her head.
    This was bad. The markings weren’t speaking to her.
    Nuall walked to the wall and ran her hands over the writing.
    The room growled. It came from Ryse.
    She was hungry. They hadn’t eaten since they left Tula.
    Uryl dropped his bag. He turned to Ryse.
    “Create a protective circle here and sit in the middle of it while you eat. The rest of us need to check this place.”
    He opened his bag and pulled out dried meat, a bottle of water, a piece of bread and a thick pen.
    Ryse grabbed the pen and started drawing.
    “Wouldn’t it be better to take her with us?” Nuall asked.
    “No,” Cyl said. “Ryse has been using far too much power. She needs food and rest. We cannot relax in this mansion without checking it out.”
    Rye finished the circle, sat in the middle of it and started on the meat.
    Uryl slid his finger over her head. “You’re going to be a monster when you get older.”
    She looked up at Uryl and gave him a smile fit for a demon. Cyl felt the chill in his bones.
    Cyl walked to her and kissed the top of her head. “Good girl.”
    Nuall snorted. “Why are you two praising her? All she did was smile.”
    Uryl slashed her with his glare. “You are in a terrible mood. I don’t care. Don’t take it out on my sister.” His eyes burned. “Or, I will end you.”
    If anyone else had said that, Cyl would’ve found that line laughable. Nothing was funny about Uryl’s expression
    “I cannot tell how many floors this place has. It may take ages to check the entire house. Right now, we’ll walk around. If we sense anything odd, we’ll check it out. Be back here in three hours,” Uryl ordered
    “How can you be sure we’ll sense anything? I can’t smell or feel a thing,” Nuall asked.
    Uryl shrugged. “Instincts.”
    Cyl didn’t look forward to searching this place. The entrance hall opened to two wide staircase. Between them was an arched passageway. Even with his sharp eye, Cyl couldn’t see the room on the other side. To his left and right were wings that probably led to more rooms. He still couldn’t smell anything. The decorators of this mansion seemed to enjoy pointed architecture. The banister was adorned with spiked steeples. The chandeliers and light fixtures had similar designs.
    Cyl pressed his finger to the light stand. Even after years of neglect, it was still sharp enough to impale a demon.
    How did he know it had been years of neglect? He couldn’t smell age. The designs of the furniture looked like something from the Royal Era. Everything here seemed well preserved. A good coat of dust covered everything. Spiders had time to build impressive sized homes in the corners.
    The strange writing was everywhere. Mortaus had the best library in the world. Ryse had spent countless hours among even the best hidden books. She hadn’t come across this language. How was that possible?
    Cyl walked to the arched hallway between the staircases. He turned off his light. He never cared for lights. Footsteps told him Nuall was heading upstairs—Uryl to the right wing of the entrance hall.
    The darkness wouldn’t open for him. He couldn’t see the hallway. Felt like he was walking through a massive hole lined with centuries of loneliness. He could walk forever in this soundless world- feeling nothing. And no one.
    He had never come across such magic. He was a demon. His home was darkness. What kind of power could create a darkness even a demon would despise? Who used to live here?
    He was tired of this. His heart jumped. His ears strained— longing for any signs of life. His skin burned for company. The darkness was playing with his mind—leading him to believe he would be here alone forever.
    Cyl called his light, commanded it to find every light fixture he passed and make a home there until he no longer needed it there.
    Paintings protected by onyx frames taller than he was lined his path.
    At least the markings were gone.
    They weren’t. They were in the paintings.