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Sage scoffed. “I highly doubt we would find such rare creatures in the center of a bustling city.”
“What’s ‘Alvars’ Horrors?’” I whispered.
“A rather fanciful story of a maniacal alchemist who created monsters out of dead bodies,” Sage told me.
“I heard it’s true,” Caius spoke up as he studied the area.
“If that is the case, then a story that is two thousand years old would hardly concern us in this present day,” Sage pointed out before he took a step forward. “Now we must hurry along or morning will break before we reach the Index.”
We continued onward, but I noticed our pace was slower. Each of us paused a little as we reached the intersections that dotted the catacombs. The niches in the walls were no longer unoccupied. Body after skeletal body lay in those long nooks, thei
