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The empty halls that glowed faintly as Igls Unth passed through echoed with her resounding boots hitting the hard floor. Hurried were her steps, but they were not without purpose. The smell of sulfur, the heavy weight of despair. The cries of a child yearning for their mother. So little was known what had happened, but she needn’t the details as that was not her purpose. Her duty, she reminded herself and came to a stop in front of an opened door, was to watch over the child until they could return to their dear mother.











