Viktor continued to the end of the bridge, which stretched for quite awhile down the long, cylindrical chamber. At the end, there were charred, rotten bodies everywhere, as well as a staircase that led straight down into what appeared to be a room similar to the one that greeted them at the start of the catacombs. "Well... I guess we know where those corpses went..." He murmured, looking at the burnt bodies that littered the floor around him.
It brought up the question... Who had infiltrated this place without triggering the traps at the start? Were they dealing with a mage as well? Perhaps a pyromancer? Glancing at Anoria, he knew fairly well that there was really only one way to find out. Decending the stairs, he grasped his spear defensively, eyes narrowing at the only light in view, a bright red at the end of the staircase. Other than that, they were surrounded by darkness.
As they entered the final chamber, Viktor stopped in his tracks immediately, completely still. The room was empty, all except for certain items resting on pedestals against the walls, surrounded by glass display cases. There were also items resting on bookshelves, holding ancient spell tomes and such. However... That wasn't the focal point here. The thing that drew his gaze most was the figure shuffling through books at the corner of the room.
Dressed in a long, fur-lined coat, his white hair slicked back and a rapier visible on his hip, he'd pull a book from the shelf, skim the pages and then toss it to the side. Books were beginning to pile behind him, making Viktor wonder if he was looking for something in particular, rather than just aiming to loot the place entirely. Obviously, this room had very valuable items in it. Just as this thought crossed his mind, the man spoke. "Ah... There you are." He murmured in a raspy voice.
He had grabbed a book with a dragon hide cover, tracing a line of text in the book before waving a finger over a glass display case beside him, which held something familiar... Fae wings. Suddenly, the glass lit up bright blue before exploding, glass flying in every direction. The man closed the book, throwing it to the side before walking in front of the display case, a finger tracing the diamond-like wings.
Viktor realized that the bookshelf was nothing more than a diversion... It was used to open the case, which was most likely enchanted to be unbreakable other than by magical means. He was taken out of his thoughts by the man's voice, which addressed him and Anoria directly. "If you're here to stop my excavations, I'm afraid you're too late." He picked up the wings, examining both closely for any imperfections, or evidence of them being false.
"Fae wings... Indestructible. Full of immense power and energy. Imagining what I could do with such a thing is almost... Overwhelming." He added, tucking both under his arm before turning to them. Viktor was taken back by his eyes... Blood red, with milky white irises, no pupil to be found. Was this man blind? Was he even human? Viktor's reaction prompted a chuckle from the man, who shook his head. "That look is almost comical at this point... You mortals all react the same. Have you never seen Hell incarnate before? You poor thing."
A demon... Things started to become more clear now. Viktor's brows furrowing, he got into a fighting stance, spear at the ready. "By order of the king, I demand you hand those wings over, or risk whatever harm may befall you if you refuse." He said sternly. The man scoffed with a stone expression. "Harm? Me? You and what army, fool? Do you expect to bring me to my knees with two alone? You and a little girl, no less..." He mocked. Taking a closer look at Anoria, then down at the wings under his arm, he smirked. "Ah... I see. These belong to you, hmm? Unfortunate."
He turned back to the bookshelf, turning one of the books into a horizontal position. This caused the wall with the now broken display case to turn inward, exposing a cavern that led outside, no doubt. "I bet things just got quite personal, yes? Well... I'm afraid I cannot feel much sympathy for your situation. I have my own quest. My own purpose that these wings will help fulfill." He told her, glancing over his shoulder. "You can find me in Hyoite, if that's any consolation. I am known as Saevic." Viktor was seething with rage at this point.
"Last warning... Give us the wings!" He growled, spinning his spear threateningly. The demon turned towards them, taunting with a simple finger gesture. "Come, then. Pry them from my cold, dead hands." He said without much emotion. Viktor charged forward, preparing to toss his spear. Before he could, Saevic swiped the air with his arm, a small wave of fire flying out towards Viktor, which sent him onto his back.
The emerald green cloth of his armor was singed slightly, as well as his hair and beard. The impact had incapacitated him for a moment, and Saevic was already unsheathing his rapier. "If you're smart, you'll stay back." He said to her.
