Sia xisalithis fiashisonne celisareu ri si celis sia girunasisonne. Celisarainu ve.
An individual shrouded in a nondescript brown cloak stood before a tall, crumbling tower, looking up at it in a reminiscent way.
The reliquary is in there. If she was right, it'll still be there... if she was right.
As he entered, a silent alarm erupted in the minds of nearby individuals, all of whom dashed immediately towards the site. The figure didn't know it, but his mission was about to get much, much more difficult.
As he sprinted up the tower, the figure noticed a large number of rooms that had been used to burn records. The primary archives were at Mercicrutia, but a good portion of that which remained was stored here. Once the order to dissolve the Alliance went through, those records were burned, everyone fled, and the tower fell into disrepair. It seemed impossible that his objective could have been left here...
As he reached the entrance to the reliquary, the figure discovered that the door was locked, as expected. He was about to blast it open when, out of nowhere, two masked men vaulted in through the windows and began to assault him.
Their short, curved blades were met by a wide, powerful-looking dagger held by a muscular arm reaching out from its shroud. As a thin blade of fire enveloped the knife, the two assailants leapt back, launching waves of projectiles from their sleeves at him. Not a single one made it through; all were charred into ashes by his spinning weapon.
I see, so our suspicions were correct. If that's the case, then they should still have the same control word...
As the two guards crumbled helplessly to the ground, they heard a tremendous explosion nearby. The reliquary doors crashed through the wall behind where they lay, smashing straight through it and falling several stories to the ground, where they made another raucous bang.
Inside the reliquary, it took the figure only a few seconds to discern the location of the target. With his weapon, he stabbed straight forward, thrusting both the knife and most of his forearm into the extradimensional space where it was stored. With his second hand, he pulled at the spacial fabric, ripping a wide enough hole for him to pull out the tome. As expected, it was fairly ragged-looking and seemed like it should have crumbled when he touched it. Just as he pulled it clear of the rift, no less than twenty individuals congregated at the door, each wearing a familiar black uniform.
Figured it wouldn't be so easy. Here goes nothing.
Throwing open the tome, the man called, "Sipaiea, pheno'eil... fiashainu!" At that invocation, a massive sphere of light materialized around the group, instantly stopping them. With a wave of his hand, this orb shot like a cannon out of the hole in the wall, careening through the air until it smashed into the ground below. That done, the man quickly made his way to the back entrance, stealing away to the north and into the mountains.