[X] Ask about the Seers and their plans for this location.
"Do we know if it's equally thin throughout the building or is it more extreme in a specific location?" Malcom asked as he checked the Task Force Valkyrie equipment he had grabbed from the trunk of his car. While it was a diverse collection of gear, the most noteworthy items included a handgun, armored vest, flashlight and radio.
"Unknown. That's part of our assignment." Naomi said. "Our objective is to get in, assess the extent of their operations here, and repot our findings to command."
"And if we find something really bad?" Malcom asked, trying to imagine the kind of nightmares a collection of mages could cook up.
"Then we either destroy it or retreat and call in support." Naomi said. "Please be quiet for a moment, I need to cast a few spells before we venture further in, and I need to concentrate."
Malcom remained silent as requested, watching in curiosity as Naomi produced several objects (all from thin air) and arranged them in a circle around herself. There was a small, transparent marble, a magnifying glass, a dictionary, and her flashlight. Malcom was at a loss for what each object had to do with her magical powers, but this was her area of expertise and her wasn't about to question it.
Naomi was about halfway through her ritual when Malcom felt a tugging sensation at the back of his head. When he shifted his attention towards the sensation, he realized that it was the result of whatever mystic force she was drawing upon as it responded to her will. Realizing this, he redoubled his focus and slowly the invisible energies made themselves apparent before his sight.
The result was... disorienting.
The world around Naomi appeared fractal, as though he was looking at a broken mirror. A dozen different versions of Naomi were all standing next to each other, mirroring each other perfectly in both appearance and movements. There was a sharp sense of definition around her as well, as though every boundary and border between skin and clothing, clothing and air, air and wall and ceiling and everything else were all thrown in to sharp relief.
Beyond Naomi, Malcom could see the invisible forces that worked their will on the mall itself. The Gauntlet was indeed painfully thin, and the environment took on a much starker, more derelict appearance. There was also a strong sense of wrongness and violation, but there was nothing specific that he could pin down.
"Are you ready?" Naomi asked, breaking him from his trance. With his attention back on her, he could see through his expanded senses that all of her spellwork was now confined to the marble she had produced, which was hovering above her hand, producing a lightless glow that threw everything within a hundred feet of it in to that same kind of hyper definition that had been centered on her earlier. Naomi herself was also lit up to his sorcerer's sight. The energies that comprised her consciousness had expanded well behind the confines of her body, enveloping not just him, but also the rooms beyond.
"Yeah, I'm good to go." Malcom said after closing his eyes to shake off the headache he was getting by looking at Naomi's application of her space distorting magics. "What should we be looking for, going in? I don't think getting jumped by a sentry would be very pleasant."
Naomi considered the question a moment. "A sentry is unlikely. By my own estimates, they have very few mages skilled in spirit magic. It's why they leave the werewolves alone for the most part, to manage the spiritual populace of Boston for them." She said.
"So no getting jumped by the angry spirit of crushed childhood dreams?" He asked as they passed by an abandoned toy store.
"No. Their spirit mages will be tasked with more specific, high priority targets." Naomi said. She then hesitated for a moment before adding. "I hope, at least."
"You hope?" Malcom asked, raising an eyebrow at the statement.
Naomi let out a sigh and nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. The Seer's ultimate objective is power and control. They're quite ruthless when it comes to perusing those goals, making their methods predictable to an extent, but it's not a predictability that you can rely on."
"Well, hopefully it will be in this case." Malcom said.
Naomi nodded her agreement, and the two of them continued on in to the depths of the mall. The journey was a slow one, with a constant need to stop and maneuver around a ward or mystic tripwire that they were alerted to by Naomi's boundary defining magics. To both their surprise, there were a few occasions Malcom had to catch Naomi before she accidentally walked through a ward that was porous enough that it didn't trigger her detection spells.
"I didn't realize you were capable of seeing Awakened Magic." Naomi said, after they had maneuvered through what was effectively a minefield of dimensional bubbles, each one primped to shunt them forcibly in to a pocket dimension where they would be held until released by the mage who set them.
"I figured out the trick to it during my studies." Malcom said. "I just sort of focus on my forehead and the world starts looking like a bad acid trip."
A subtle smile flickered across Naomi's face. "Yes, I'd imagine it would be disorienting if you're not used to it. What are you seeing now?" She asked.
They were standing at the top of a broken down escalator that lead to an underground portion of the mall that looked like it was an food court, judging by all the cheep restaurant brands that lined the walls. Examining the descent, Malcom saw that the corridors beyond the food court were oddly shrouded, even more so than the normal darkness of nighttime at an abandoned underground food court.
"Darkness and chains." He said, noting that in addition to the shadows, there appeared to be a significant number of chains, ropes and other bindings attached to the walls, floors and ceilings, all of which were taut and all of which were leading further in to the shrouded area of the mall.
"They've sealed something powerful down there." Naomi said, looking increasingly worried as Malcom described the sheer volume of bindings. "We'll have to be careful, whatever is down there is likely extremely dangerous."
They discussed plans of retreat, and Naomi canceled her detection spells in favor of enchantments that would allow them to flee more easily should it come to that. They then progressed downward, relying on Malcom's sorcerous sight to guide them through the mystic web of chains and wards.
Following the chains to their source, they eventually came to a maintenance door that had been locked with a simple padlock and a complex array of wards. It took several minutes for Naomi to find a seam in the wards big enough for her to exploit to unravel them without setting off any alarms.
When they finally made it through, they entered what looked to be an old storage area. Shelves lined the walls, bare for the most part save for spare parts or cleaning equipment that the former management had decided wasn't worth the effort to keep.
Naomi swore when she saw what was in the center of the room.
Bound by innumerable magical chains and in the center of a circle of glowing runes was a man, a man unlike anything Malcom had seen before.
He wore no clothing, and instead appeared to be made of some kind of black, jagged, crystal-metal substance, as though someone had taken a thousand pieces of obsidian and iron and welded them together in the shape of a person. The exception was the head, which was stark white in contrast to the blackness of the main body. There was no face, only a mouth. In place of the face was a vacant hole in he could see a single baleful eye looking at the two of them. The eye itself was made of glass, and shone with a harsh electronic blue light. Each of it's four arms were locked tight with manacles that were bolted to the floor, and each of it's three wings, made of metal and glass, were forcibly bound and closed.
At their entry, the figure turned it's attention to them and spoke with a voice that was vaguely male, but was heavily modulated and distorted, carrying a sharp electronic tone, as though it was talking through a partially functioning speaker.
UNIT CLARK MALCOM IDENTIFIED. UNIT WATANABE NAOMI IDENTIFIED. STATE PURPOSE AND FUNCTION.
"It's an angel." Naomi whispered.
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