“ This is the creed of the Illuminated - to rule what we can; to control what we can't rule; and to destroy what we can't control.” Green Marvent, Sectol of the Illuminated     Third Lower Day of Mortis, 126 HR With each breath, Krystall sensed that they were in Undersigil: the air was thicker, clammy and carried an unmistakable smell of damp earth and mold. After learning, thanks to Zamakis' gift, that the trail of the shadow thieves led to the undercity, they had not hesitated for long. A few hours of sleep and various errands later, they had met again in Krixxi's workshop the next afternoon to bring the goblin woman and the awakened rooster Figaro up to date. Then Krystall herself, Rakalla, Síkhara and Haer'Dalis had visited the Gatehouse. As a paladin of Milani, Krystall knew how to wield her rapier, and the blood hunter's fighting skills were beyond doubt. In addition to her gaze and blade, the medusa had many useful elixirs at her disposal, and ...