Author's Notes:

Hello, everyone!

Thank you, beta readers, so much for your help and patience. :) And thank you guys for wanting to read the rest of the story, as I am having fun writing it. This chapter is a bit long, so I hope you guys don't mind. XD

WARNING: in this chapter, it will contain descriptions of violence and an attempt of sexual assault. You have been warned.

Chapter II

After walking in the vast vegetation for half an hour, Jarro reached Demacia. It wasn't his first time in the country.

He had visited before because of some peculiar treasures he wanted to study, so later he could add to his collection.

As he stepped inside the city, he glanced at the shadows inside of the windows on the residential area. Noises came from citizens returning to their homes, and massive steps from the guards patrolling in the streets.

Reaching the market place, almost empty, there was still merchants getting ready to grab their merchandise and have a rest. From time to time, dogs and cats passed by stopping, each time closer to the merchants as a way to ask them for leftovers.

Walking in the calm and shining night; Jarro spotted an inn. Leaving the place, came from the door, drunk people singing as they hugged each other in an attempt to stay balanced. As Jarro opened the door of the inn, the adventurer startled, jumping back. Like a typhoon, children ran outside energetically, while their mothers yelled them to behave.

Coming inside the adventurer felt warm by the torches held on simple carvings coming from the corners of the place. On the wall, a tapestry of what seemed to be the king hang. With his sword raised, he together with his men fought against figures of dark armour. Jarro recognised by the design of the armour for being Noxian. However, the majority of stuff on walls were ceramic with simple carvings of blue and gold.

On the ground a blue carpet sewed with golden and white designs lay, which also extended to the next area. On the left side, there were stairs where an old couple was walking up. Leading Jarro into concluding that upstairs, the establishment had its resting area.

There weren't many costumers at the tables. Soldiers taking their last sip of wine, and a small group of hunters leaving tips ready to leave the place.

Jarro approached the counter. 'Evening.' He leaned forward.

Below the tapestry, there was a closed cabinet, in which it was written with demacian calligraphy 'keys' on a sign.

An old man righted his glasses, leaning his head forward to better see the young man. 'Ah, lad! Welcome back.'

'The keys to my bedroom?' Jarro asked.

'Right, right.' The old man turned his back, opening the cabinet full of keys. 'Here. Take it.'

'One last thing.'

'Aye?'

'Could you give me a paper and a pencil?'

The old man checked on his counter below. 'Well… you can have half of the paper. We are running out—'

'That will do.' Jarro nodded, standing his hand to receive the items.

The owner placed the key, paper and pencil on the counter. Grabbing them, Jarro stepped up to the bedrooms area. He could feel the softness from the blue carpet. There were well-planted daisies displayed on the walls, giving a gentle fragrance in the air.

Opening one door, Jarro walked to his simple yet comfy bed. As it was expected from Demacia, the interior was simple with soft colours as it was around the city, white walls and blue curtains. Next to his bed, it was a side table with a candle, and near the window a wardrobe.

'Got any idea where it is?' Ne'Zuk asked.

'This is easy.' Grabbing the small parch of paper and the pencil, Jarro made a draw of the place according to the map in the cave. Then, he circled a residential area with a pen. 'We will have to walk a little from here, avoid some trouble and then.' The adventurer made some dashed lines, 'when we reach these houses,' making some more,' we have to cross this intersection, and this is our destination.' Finishing with a circle on an elaborated entrance with circular shapes like wings.

'Ah! You mean The Grand Plaza place.' Ne'Zuk exclaimed. 'That's the place we should start to search.'

Jarro nodded. 'See? You got it.' As he peeked on the window, pulling a little the closed curtains. 'Now, time for the exciting part, action.'

'Kid… don't you think we should plan?' Ne'Zuk asked, clearly upset. 'Because you will encounter—'

'Why? Are you afraid that you may feel Demacia's might against you?' Jarro said in a tone as to test the Voice's patience. 'You have me! Me! Got it?' Opening the window, he calculated the height down from his floor. Ah! It's too high. Damn!

'By the Ascendant!' Ne'Zuk's voice became deep with fury. 'Has it occurred to you that there will be guards in my way? Trying to stop me?'

This is so amusing! Mocking this idiot. 'Tsk... what do you take me for?' Already outside, Jarro climbed to the rooftop. 'You have the best, intelligent and smartest explorer you could ever imagine. So, stop barking and let's grab the map.'

'If you die tonight—'As Ne' Zuk was about to explode of anger.

'It will be your responsibility.' Jarro cut the Voice, as he listened to a dog barking nearby. 'You will not have the map and guess what will happen next—'

'You don't need to remind me of that, kid.' Ne'Zuk answered, clearly irritated.

'No? You are always looking down on me.' Jarro said it in a tone more reminiscent of mockery, than that of one which inspired hostility. 'So, it would be logical you wanted to get rid of me soon.'

'On the contrary. You are needed.' Ne'Zuk said.

Of course, I am, and you know that. The streets were silent like a ghost town. The adventurer felt that it was safe to walk since no guards were patrolling that area, so he passed by some houses, and shops until he reached the market place.

Peeping between two houses, he spotted a group of guards patrolling the area. Jarro rubbed his gauntlet. Right, time to shine tonight!

In the shadows, he stared to observing their patrol routine. The group of this area was constituted of four guards. Two of them got separated and started circulating the area while the other two left the area. Jarro looked to the other streets nearby, all with the same structure except one; a fifth path closer to a shop of flowers. That way was his only solution to get closer to the king's palace.

And so, the guards walked on, scanning any corners and suspicious movement. Jarro looked up. The houses were straightforward to climb; however, the full moon's light would be an alarm for the guards to spot him. Hmm… as the guards got closer to the adventurer's street, the light coming from their torches flashed past the corner. Immediately he hid.

As the light slowly faded away from the corner, something popped on Jarro's mind. While the guards patrol the area, he could stay at their back, sneaking to reach closer to the shop. This was a great idea and Jarro was proud of it.

And so, he sneaked on their backs, avoiding any light possible. Although, as the guards and Jarro were going to approach the shop, the shadows in the closest corner walked in their direction. In that second, his heart bounced faster like a train on rails, pushing its machine hard to move more quickly.

'They are here.' A bold guard said, moving the torch to the narrow street.

Looking to the only way out, Jarro moved silently to the flowers shop as the guards distracted, kept looking to the corner. The adventurer sneaked, step by step, not taking his eyes off the guards, smiling as Demacia belonged only to him with his juvenile heart exploding of excitement that perhaps at any moment—

'There!' a voice shouted. 'Someone's there!'

Well… here it comes. Heavy steps could be heard getting closer, as Jarro aimed his gauntlet. Teleporting to the location, he climbed to a balcony of a house nearby. In that same second, four guards moved their torches around suspicious.

'Are you sure?' One guard without an arm asked.

'Of course! It was a lad—'

'How was he dressed? How was he like?' Asked another guard with an eye patch.

'Not sure. I was too far to see the details.'

Observing the guards walking away, Jarro looked to the street. This is perfect. Climbing down from the balcony, the adventurer spotted tall shadows walking on his direction, or maybe—

And now that he observed clearly his surroundings, in the street, there were no alleys for him to cover. No shadows to hide his presence. Only a feeling of thrill in a familiar place, where Jarro could discover even more secret places that couldn't meet any Demacian eyes.

Listening to the guard's steps, little-by-little, echoing on the paved rocky path in the street; was enough for him to take advance of their situation. Climbing up to the roofs, Jarro quickly jumped to avoid their detection. Well… this can be my cover. The adventurer examined the distances between chimneys with a satisfying answer, as the full moon couldn't proudly show his silhouette to the authorities.

And now that the guards were closer, he could test it in action. The flames glared in warning to house to house, as the guards glanced everywhere like their eyes were some kind of machines alarm trigger. Jarro aimed his glove roof to roof, successfully avoiding the guards, although, there were more.

As he laid on a chimney, a deep snoring voice echoed down. A guard standing on a house, with his arms crossed and his helm closing his eyes. The man couldn't help, but to leave his dreams taking over his tired mind and body. Perfect! If he could spot more guards sleeping, or even making them tired, that could be good to create his path to grab map easier this night.

Successfully he passed through more patrolling guards, even those who brought with them torches. And more seemed to be sleeping or closing their eyes.

After he jumped roof after roof, he finally reached the street. A part of the city where the patrolling was intensified. Each guard were standing still. They didn't move a muscle, but their eyes were like a clock's needle always moving right and left. And judging by their heavy armour, it was that simple detail that Jarro didn't desire to confront.

Although in the end, he will win in terms of dexterity, however, their armour was tough like steel and rough like a rock. Furthermore, the adventurer will have another problem. It was believed, each Demacian armour was infused with petricite, which could be a problem for the adventurer to deal with his magical gauntlet.

'What do you think of this, boy?' Ne'Zuk asked as a group of three guards nodded to a guard patrolling a narrow street.

'You mean the patrolling of this area?' Jarro observed the guards walking around the place. No breaks on their routine. No flaws that he could detect on their patrol. After all, they were guarding the most crucial area of Demacia. 'Pft… That's a piece of cake,' moving his hand assertively like a prince planning a big assault to all kingdom.

'It seems you didn't find anything.' Ne'Zuk said in a pointed tone. 'Instant of—'

'Oh, shush you!' Ezreal leaned forward. 'Glorify me instead.'

'You wish, boy!' Ne' Zuk hissed in a mixture of malevolence and anger.

'Eheh… admit it.' Ezreal glanced at a house close by. 'The map will be in our hands. And when that big moment happens, we will leave this country.' And then to the path. 'Then you will say, I was right. As always I have been.'

'The only good thing you have is to have me in the first place.' Ne'Zuk said as a reminder like the adventurer had forgotten his existence.

The security would be hard to break through, although Jarro suspected that could be the case. Although, with his experience discovering what hides from the ordinary people, the adventurer knew what he could expect. He closed his fists determined. The map was waiting for him for so long, like a son waiting for his father's return.

'What are you thinking, kid?'

'Ehehe…' Jarro aimed at a house. 'Give me enough energy, because we will perform the most spectacular entrance ever in your life.'

Jarro's eyes followed the group of guards that passed through the same street as he was. As their back faced him, the adventure's gauntlet full recharged teleported him to a roof of the next home. As he jumped several houses, he reached to the location.

A massive circular fortress was in front of the adventurer, as he could glance up archers patrolling along with two lancers. At distant, he found cracks with enough holes for him to climb. Right, let's use that to get inside.

As he jumped from a tree, aiming his gauntlet, Jarro was teleported to the hall. Using the cracks to get the balance the adventurer climbed up. Giving a peek an archer with the company of two lancers walked in a distance at a patrolling pace. As Jarro waited for the guard to pass through, he jumped inside following the guard silently.

They walked downwards on a tower until the adventurer hid in the shadows closer to the stairs. After the guard closed the door, the adventurer waited for him to leave. Then, Jarro stepped outside of the door.

At every corner, like the carved petricite statues were alive, it was a show of dedication and honour to every Demacian in the city. Proud of their military duty to fight against magic, corruption and injustice. However, despite all the patronising military messages, Jarro couldn't deny another detail despite not being his tastes.

The Lightshield's garden was like a walking paradise on earth. Every flower was like contemplating a painting in real life, each tree and grass were distributed around the area, like an actual maze in harmony with the marble benches and statues of soldiers. This area, as Jarro knew, was considered for noble families.

It wouldn't surprise me if the dungeon remained in the castle. If I walk straight to the garden there's a possible change, the guards will spot me in no time. He looked to a group of two guards chatting in the middle of the pathway, laughing so hard that Jarro could swear one of them will fall of laughter.

However, the adventurer looked to the dense labyrinth of trees, grass and statues; that is my only choice at this point. With my gauntlet's power and jumps, it should be safe.

Jarro peeped at the door as the guards turned their backs. Looking at the vast maze bushes, he sneaked to a column. As nobody seemed not to have noticed his presence, walking in a reasonable distance, Jarro aimed his gauntlet.

'What are you doing!' Ne'Zuk yelled furiously.

'Err… thought it was obvious?!' Jarro hid on a shadow of the bush.

'It is, it's just your action is—' Ne' Zuk cut himself. 'You know what? Never mind. Not my problem if you get caught and die.' The Voice said in a noncommittal tone.

'Oh, really?' Jarro crossed his arms as he wiggled his eyebrows. 'In that case, yes, your host will be caught. Because let's face it,' he shrugged. 'You are in a country that if they found I have magical potential; they will destroy you.'

'That's the last thing you will not dare to do!' Ne'Zuk whooped in a fury. 'Show respect for the Shurima emperor!'

'Come now.' Jarro patted his gauntlet like he was touching a dog. 'No need to be mad. You chose me, remember? You choose the best.'

'The best? Kid, in my life many before had—' Ne' Zuk made a brief moment of silence, then he said. 'You are the one who could contrast with many. So yes, you are one good mage out there.'

'Good, good.' Geez, he can be really annoying. But at least now he is tamed. Jarro touched the soft leaves of the grass. 'Don't shine for now. Let me climb this first.'

Raising his hands and pushing his body up, Jarro climbed the bush.

'Hey!' A guard shook another.

'What?'

'Something's there!'

On that instant, Jarro infiltrated on the maze, as the guards ran to inspect the strange shadow they had spotted. The adventurer stepped back as the guard's blades penetrated the grass. Quietly. Silently. Step by step, Jarro followed the only one path he had at his sigh always in the shadows.

As he kept going on his left, Jarro saw a pathway to turn right. However, as like any mazes before, the path became short enough for him to turn left again.

Argh! This is boring. There's no time to play labyrinth games. It will take me hours. After a zig-zag pathway, Jarro saw himself almost exposed to the royal guards. In front of him was a guardian statue, kneeled holding his sword with its cape floating in such a devoted position as if the figure was patronizing his country and duty.

'That's not the way,' Ne' Zuk protested.

'It's obvious, isn't it?' Jarro said as he turned back to his original position. 'But… as usual, as good as I am, there's always a away.' He looked to his gauntlet.

'Kid, don't you think that will cause the guards to be suspicious of you?' Ne'Zuk said seriously, like a father trying to warn the son of his failures.

'Not necessary.' Jarro aimed to another bush. 'They may suspect that a shadow, a thief or better yet a mage, which isn't a lie, infiltrated their castle. But they will never suspect it to be the best explorer of Runeterra. Trust me.'

'So, your plan, if am I assuming right, is to make holes in the bushes so you will not waste time. Correct?' Ne' Zuk asked thoughtfully, as he was planning with the adventurer to break into a bank.

'Ahah! We are getting smarter.' Jarro answered with a mocking tone. 'Yes. That's it. Just don't show yourself like a beacon, yes? That's the last thing we need right now.'

'Leave that to me, boy.' Ne'Zuk said, utterly joyful.

As was requested by the adventurer, his gauntlet already charged, shot small magical energy to the bush. Passing through the hole, Jarro recognized the pathway that led him to the dead end. Satisfied with his plan, he processed to do the same until he could find a way out the maze.

After several minutes of cutting bushes with his gauntlet, suddenly, Jarro saw an opening. By heavy sounds on the grass, the adventurer assumed to be the place where Demacian citizens gathered together to see the king, behind the giant white wing shape hide the so-called The Grand Plaza.

With his gauntlet, the adventurer made a small hole, enough for him to escape.

As a group of guards was patrolling the place, Jarro aimed his gauntlet and was teleported to a shadow of a tall fortress. Watching the guards passing through made his heart pound with excitement.

Passing through the fortress from another group of guards, Jarro hid on a column shadow.

A massive white construction was in front of the adventurer as of at any moment it will crush him. The two giant knights holding their sword stared at Ezreal like at any moment they will come out of the petricite and defend their territory. From their shoulders emerged an oval shape, linked with detailed carvings of circular and spiked details reminding the adventurer old battles. A form like opened wings was supported it as a column of another warrior rising a shield. Jarro knew if he passed the gates, he would have the privilege to meet the King's castle, the hugest building of all the country.

At the centre of the place which the adventurer assumed where the folks will see their majesty, four guardians were carved, holding their shields as if the king will give them a prestigious title. And atop, a sapphire was suspended.

'This is—'

'Something isn't it? Demacians know how to… err…intimidate their foes.'

'That's because they never visited Shurima in its great glory, kid.' Ne'Zuk said. 'But there's a task ahead, so get inside and grab my map.'

With his chest full like a confident prince, Jarro smirked utterly satisfied. 'Together, we will say hello to the royal family, steal the map and leave this place as soon as possible.'

At the entrance by the guard's elaborated and heavy armour, the adventurer concluded to be the elite royal guards. And their looks the adventurer will have to be cautious around; otherwise, he may face punishment or lousy luck dead. Yet, Jarro had another idea on his sleeve.

'This was to be expected.' Ezreal said glancing at the fortress. Where is a place for me to go in? Well if there's none no big deal.

'What in the name of Shurima are you thinking now?' Ne'Zuk asked. 'If you think at all, sometimes you are just and stu—'

'We will go in, and that's my final decision.' Jarro cut the Voice.

'Are you insane?' Ne'Zuk cried out loud on the adventurer's head like a siren. 'The guards will spot you!'

'Geez, can you just shut up!' Jarro exclaimed annoyed, as he held his head. Guards at entrance spotted a group of three passing by, they greet each other with respect. 'We will have the map in our hands. We will leave this place in one piece. Sounds a good deal for you?'

'Only if you have a plan at all, kid.' Ne'Zuk said infuriated.

'Tsk… you worry too much when you have me.' Jarro said in a haughty tone as he sneaked between in the garden.

Despite the limitation of his view, he could calculate his possibilities of escape. Forward of the maze was the fortress closed massive gate, which was guarded along with arches on the towers. Jarro had two options to break in the king's castle.

The first was climbing the fortress so he could find a tower for him to infiltrate inside, and find the door to the dungeon. Although there was a problem. The full moon's light was in the guard's favour, and that will help the archers to spot him at the distant.

The second was to create more holes, big ones, so the guards could be distracted. With that, Jarro could climb the fortress, go inside the castle and find his treasure. At first, it seemed a good idea. However, the archers will spot a big magic light coming from the maze, and that was already a problem.

'Disappointed, kid?' Ne'Zuk asked in a sneering tone. 'Too hard for you?'

'Oh, come on,' it seems the first option is the best so far. 'We have been far worse than this. Even a Piltover child will figure this out.' Jarro said, looking to the possible spots to his new entry.

'Well… what are you waiting for?'

'To find a secret entrance.' Jarro tiptoed along with the tall bush. 'Which will be that one,' pointing to an intersection.

'You want a big hole this time?'

Jarro nodded. 'Let me check our possible entry points.'

Reaching it, as the adventurer made a small hole, he could spot a tower that could be used as cover, and no guards were patrolling at the moment. The only problem was the light from the moon.

Eheh. Not even Jarvan IV will ever guess who's breaking his castle. Me, of course! And this should be enough to make people jealous. My uncle, for example. Jarro aimed the gauntlet making a hole enough form him to pass through.

Teleporting to the tower's hall, Jarro climbed the wall, as he found some small indents on the petricite stone to make it easier to climb. As he reached the top, Jarro took refuge in the shadow of a statue.

He had to run to reach another statue, for him to hide again; yet he knew at the advance that archers will be an eye on him. Jarro's heartfelt a burning inside, like flames spreading in his chest, of such enthusiasm of the dangerous situation. Flexing his legs, aiming the gauntlet forward, the adventurer is teleported to the path.

Running like a madman, Jarro moved his body fast as he could. As he was approaching the tower walls, several arrows shot in his direction, luckily his gauntlet saved him from possible death. As the adventurer leaned to the wall, the arrows stopped firing.

Jarro repeated the same action as he did with the other tower. As he sat down to take a rest, something was flying in the air. At first, it resembled a giant bird, but as the figure scouted closer to the area, Demacian raptors! Known to be on military service of the country, they scout and harass enemy lines. I don't want to be caught by that thing's claws; it will be unpleasant.

The creature laid on the tower. A raptor knight of what seemed to be heavy armour was mounting the beast. The knight with his covered face pushed the raptor's head gently to scout around. As the creature moved its sharp claws, the knight moved his long spear.

Jarro felt the adrenaline rising as if the creature will approach his location. Moving to the corner of the statue, the raptor looked at the shadows, as the adventurer moved to the opposite side, waiting for the creature and its raider to go away.

However instead, the raptor moved to the other side, forcing the adventurer coming back to his initial position. Without a clue, the knight pulled up the creature, ordering to go back to the skies. The raptor making a wild noise, fleet back scouting the place again.

'That was close.' Jarro glanced at the sky, watching the knight raptor disappear towards the heavens.

On that second, Jarro ran the direction of a giant rock again, as he reached it, he climbed, continually looking for any raptor on the area.

As he climbed up the massive rock, he noticed that this rock could lead him to the open balcony of the castle's tower. However, to pass through the archers, he had two options: the first one was to wait until one of them left to switch with other guards, but if that had to happen, Jarro had to know their patrolling routines, which wasn't the case. The most plausible situation as they will guard the castle until dawn.

The second and risky option was to pass through their nose. If Jarro could find the slightest space for him to sneak in, that could be an opportunity which he will not let pass. After all, who was the best to find secrets? The only one in Runeterra that could break through the King of Demacia castle? But of course, like in any risky adventures, if he was caught, the adventurer will no doubt be arrested.

Jarro smiled utterly pleased with himself, like a prince that won what he desired. His attentive eyes glanced at the two archers, holding their weapons firmly as if waiting for some movement. Let's show to his majesty who's going to be the first to invade his precious castle, shall we?

Reaching the top of the tower, there were no doors or holes for him to infiltrate, only a closed copula with two windows upwards. Touching the texture of the copula, he noticed no failures on the structure of the tower, plain petricite stone sculptured in perfection. Jarro looked back, over his shoulders, but no raptor seemed to in the vicinity.

The adventurer looked upwards of the windows. That structure is perfect. Just need to climb on the rock and this will be easy. As he reached on the top of the rock, he managed to be at the top of the cupola. Sliding down upon the tiles, the adventurer could see the open windows.

Inside, there was an old man dressed in white and gold, holding big books on a secretary. A pile of candles lit his scrolls and a lot of books piled on one another to the side. Closer to the windows, there was a bed of white sheets and a side table with a bowl of water and white vases.

There were two bookshelves closer to a fireplace, where a cat was sleeping on a blue cushion. There was a basket with wood closer to the fire, and a wooden walking stick. Over the fireplace, there was a picture of a young man with a young woman, both dressed in white holding a golden sceptre.

Jarro looked at the old man that wasn't paying attention to anything else, but his papers and scrolls on the table. Aiming to the bed, he has teleported safety. The cat rolled over its long tail, as its ears twitched.

Sneaking to the door without alerting anyone, Jarro left the room. A long white corridor on both sides, and stairs forward. No guards, no archers or even servants running around. Usually, dungeons are close to kitchens, hidden obviously, after all, who would like to know a place like that? Me! For obvious reasons.

Jarro walked downstairs until he reached to a small area. Behind the stairs, there were piles and piles of old furniture, a small cage, a small coffer and empty wooden boxes.

Opening the only door on the place, a big table with a blue cloth with golden bothers, held a vase with daisy flowers, silver plates, cups and cattery well tied up as the king will going soon for his dinner. The windows were well presented with blue curtains with golden drawings. In the centre of the room, a chandelier illuminated the table.

Behind the table on the wall, a golden sword crafted with a diamond on the centre of the weapon, with open wings. A larder closet was close to the door, showing some porcelain objects, hand mad plates with elegant but sophisticated designs. On each corner of the room, candled held illuminating the edges of the room.

Leaving the room, Jarro glanced at a prominent place. Various columns of petricite held on another like shapes of closed wings, forming the castle's copula. Two statues of soldiers holding its sword served as the entrance to the giant white stairs. Every two doors in the hallway, candles would illuminate a corridor welcoming any visitor to sit on the luxurious benches.

Tiptoeing to the other corridor, the adventurer could hear the servants already snoring loudly, like an orchestra in a concert, in different doors. A stench of mixed spices floated in the air, reminding Jarro of distant and exotic landscapes like Ixtal and Ionia. After peeking into room after room, the adventurer got inside of a small area.

At first, everything seemed at ordinary. Gardening tools, old kitchen catering, brooms and towels. However, at any mortal eye, this small detail will escape but not from Jarro. As he pushed stuff aside there it was. The entrance for the beginning of his glory and fame.

Lockpicking a trapdoor, the adventurer walked downstairs, as his gauntlet's gem illuminated the passage faintly ahead.

Long downstairs lead him to a small room with only a stair and two torches at both sides of the rocky, cold walls. As he opened the door, sounds of chains clanked around, behind wooden doors closer in no small bar metal door at the end of the room.

On the walls, there were chains and torches on each column in the room. Candles, some instruments of metal and wood which Jarro guessed to be for torture, and a small chair where a guard was sleeping aside with an iron chair.

Let's keep it low. Sneaking around the area the adventurer searched for a lever with no success. Approaching to the guard, there it was a ring with keys on his belt. This should be easy. Jarro moved his hand to grab the ring, as his fingers touched it, the guard couched moving his hands to his belt.

Finger by finger Jarro opened guard's hand moving to his chest armour. Grabbing a dagger on the table, he ripped the guard's belt, grabbing the ring with keys.

As the adventurer opened the massive door, 'Can't you feel it, kid?' Ne'Zuk said with a thrill in his voice, like a madman that escaped the asylum.

As the Voice had spoken, Jarro's gauntlet trembled. 'Yes! This was the sign we were looking for!'

The place was surrounded by chains, spider webs as the site was abandoned for decades. A smell of mold invaded the air, suffocating the area. On copula shapes on some corners of the place, candles illuminated the intersection faintly.

Jarro moved for both sides to see which one the gem would react. As the gem illuminated the right path, the adventurer's gauntlet trembled, he turned and kept walking. As it seemed to be an abandoned place, suddenly the area turned macabrely alive. Blood was a manifestation of a mixture of death and life.

For those alive, it was a picture of suffering, agony and extreme pain. Jarro looked at an old man. He sat on the floor next to another of long, oily hair. On their massacred white skin with non-healed red lines, flies flew around their red bubbles like it was made of honey. A mouse skittered around their dirty feet, sniffing for food. Their bloody messed hands were tied on prison ball and chain legs.

The cell was a place for only those with a strong stomach. In the air there was a mixture of strong unpleasant and foul smell, the adventurer could hear flies dancing in the corners as they laid to feast themselves on something soft but dark.

Jarro closed his mouth as his belly in a violent fight of disgust and repulsion, messed his insides with extreme cruelty. Something inside was pushing his stomach throughout like a primitive instinct.

'Argh…' Jarro groaned weakly.

'Ahhhh! This place!' Ne'Zuk said utter delight. 'Such misery! The agony in their souls! Ahhh… yes! The pain! THE PAIN!' He screamed ecstasy. 'The sound of their screams, singing the symphony of their punishment!'

'Damn!' Jarro turned his face in the hope the discomfort could vanish. 'Are you…really enjoying this? Like… really?'

'This place reminds me of home, boy.' The Voice said in a longing tone. 'Their screams to the emperor for their wretched souls for mercy! Ah! How beautiful was that?'

'Never thought you enjoyed diseases.' Jarro looked to a corner of rusty chains in a despaired attempt to forget the men in the prison. 'Your screams were like you were fornicating your partner.'

'Ah… innocence is bliss.' Ne'Zuk's voice was like a sweet deep hissing coming from a demon. 'Say boy… would you kindly allow me to describe how we used to whip—'

'No thanks—'

'The sharp blade ripping in their flesh, penetrating deeply on their skin. Eating their body alive—'

'Ne' Zuk, stop!'

'After with a scorching iron grabbing a tongue, pulling and pulling and pulling—'

'Not helping. Stop, I mean it!

'With a needle, ripping off their bubbles. Blood ran. Over their bodies like a river. The rats love their taste—'

'Stop it!' Jarro's voice got weaker, as his stomach was containing the disgust of the violent imagery in his mind.

'And when we feed them with their own flesh! Their frown of agony, their eyes wildly open like an owl, and my favourite part,' Ne' Zuk's voice echoed on the adventurer's mind with pure malice. 'Their broken body, exhausted, annihilated!'

Jarro's stomach couldn't take much longer. Biting his lips longer than needed, the same feeling of disgust and repugnance has finally come to an end. An uncontrollable force pushed his insides, roughly like hands squeezing his organs.

'Hm…hm…' Jarro held his mouth, walking to a corner. 'Arghhhh!'

It exploded. Finally, no longer he could hold inside. A yellowish liquid yet greenish and little brownish came out of his mouth. It's all there, all the ingredients he had swallowed this night, the small chewed pieces of ham and cheese. The small sliced pieces of seeds of the bread.

Jarro felt a wet sensation of filth accumulating inside of his mouth. With his empty stomach and a constant feeling of dirt. Wipes? Wipes? In a desperate instinct, he looked around.

'Aha!' Ne' Zuk laughed like a madman. 'So fun to watch your reaction, kid. You should have seen your face!'

No luck. Everywhere it was dirty, smelly, violent and macabre. Feeling his gauntlet shaking tremendously, Jarro looked at a cell. A towel was on the iron bars, bloody and filthy, with a sticky liquid which the adventure didn't desire to know what. But by the fishy smell, he could guess it.

With no choice available, the adventurer looked to his jacket; then to the dirty, smelly towel again. This was expensive! Can't believe I will have to wipe my mouth with this. Grabbing a little of his jacket, Jarro wiped his mouth. Disgusting! His lips were dry as a desert from Shurima, he checked in the small pockets on his belt only to find that he didn't bring his flask of water.

'Well… just go inside.' Ne'Zuk said in a withering tone. 'Do the honours, boy.'

'Are you joking? In this… this… err… place?' Jarro took a deep breath. 'Let me just— check something first.

Around Jarro grabbed little chains. His fingers trembled in a mixture of horror and revolt, by just the thought that what could be inside of the cell. The same he had witnessed? Or, far worse? Deep inside, he wished that could just be a skeleton of a prisoner or a dead corpse.

Moving forward, slowly, he moved past the chains to touch the iron bars. Successfully the chains penetrated the darkness. However, nothing or someone came out. As he approached, like a lion attacking a pray, hands from the dark tried to grab him.

'Crap!' Jarro felt on the ground.

'Oh, hello there, pretty boy.'

From the darkness, skinny fleshy fingers grabbed the bars. The nails were surrounded by something brownish and smelly. The same fishy sticky smell came from the point of the prisoner's fingers like he had spent a night with a prostitute.

'Why the chains? Do you want to play? Is pain your kink?' The prisoner asked.

Jarro throat felt a compulsion to throw his stomach up, as his mouth was enduring all filth of the prison. It is not my business but… what is this man doing in his cell? Like… is he really?

'Not much for a talk? Better.' The prisoner said with such pleasure, the adventure could swear he heard the man moaning. 'I prefer them silent, especially virgins.'

'Ah, kid. Those types of prisoners.' Ne'Zuk said, utter amused. 'They are the best ones. We had the perfect punishment for them.'

Jarro twitched his lips in horror and shock as the prisoner's fingers tried to reach him with no success. But just the image of the prison, the condition the man was in even if he was a criminal, that was enough to the adventurer be grossed out.

'Come closer, pretty one.' The prisoner waved his hands at the adventurer to approach.

'No, thanks.' Jarro finally answered, taking a nervous breath. 'This spot is perfect for me.'

'That's sad.' The prisoner's fingers disappeared in the dark. 'But you are here for a reason, isn't it?'

Although Jarro was trying to regain his confident posture. 'That's right.' Yet he couldn't stop but feeling nervous. 'You see… inside of your cell, there's… something that interests me.'

'Is it now?' The prisoner said. 'And what that could be?'

'Huh…' Jarro chuckled more in an attempt to hide his discomfort. 'That's something that even your eyes can't imagine to exist.'

'Eheh… you are my type.' The prisoner's voice became deep and hoarsely trying to seduce the adventurer. 'We can come to an agreement.'

Jarro forced a smile. 'That's fine. What do you suggest?' Despite his stomach being in a turmoil of nausea.

'Simple,' the prisoner's voice faded gently. 'You free me from this place, and as a reward, you will have what you desire.' In the dark, the adventurer could hear the chains from the prisoner's feet shaking. 'What do you say, pretty one?'

This is novel! Demacians by nature, don't lie. The prisoner's tone was sweet and gentle, like an angel from the heavens. Although, despite the tenderness and warmth in his voice, it also dripped with poison and backstabbing intentions.

Jarro wished this moment could be like his adventures. Forgotten places with magic and danger, and mysterious and secret places that would be hidden from everyone's eyes.

Jarro was extremely nervous, he could tell by his body shuddering from his toes to his hairlines. His fingers were sweating like he was dealing with a dreadful warlord that will destroy everything. His voice... he wanted to shout something, but it was stuck as if many hands were squeezing his throat, making him unable to utter a word.

However, despite this intense and eerie feeling coming from the prisoner, Jarro couldn't allow losing what will become his. He must have the location of the rest of the power to his gauntlet.

This was a high risk. The adventurer suspected that the prisoner will try something funny as he had called him 'pretty boy', 'pretty one' and going further saying that 'he preferred virgins.' The thought of being touched by his slim hands and fingers coated in a sticky fluid, made Jarro feel a wave of pure disgust running through his empty stomach.

However, Jarro was determined to take the risk. If he let this glorious moment slip, all else that he had done will be in vain. His parents, out there will never want to see him again. And he could always count on his gauntlet and his agility, surely the prisoner will not have enough energy to grab him.

That comfort thought brought a pompous smile on his lips. 'Of course. That's reasonable. You will have at your way.' Jarro whirled the ring with the keys on his fingers.

'Ehehe…' The prisoner's tone became dark and excited, like a personal stalker. 'Yes, yes. You will not regret it.'

Jarro threw the ring keys to the dark prison. Stepping back, the adventurer watched the prison door opening, as he stood his arm with the gauntlet. As the figure approached, the prisoner was revealed.

A slim, middle-aged man, with his pale skin, socked in towards his bones, as if he hadn't had a proper meal for decades. The prisoner stared wildly at Jarro, his eyes burning with uncontrollable desire. His hands were over him in an obsessive, and possessive way. Around the prisoner's eyes were marks of lack of sleep, but also a purple mark as if his eye has been hit thousands of times in a row.

The prisoner smiled like an insane man. His teeth were another sign of the lack of care. Broken, dirty, or no teeth at all in his mouth's gum. His bones from his chest contrasted well with his ripped clothes. On his wrists and legs were marks of the chains.

'Oh? Playing hard to get?' The prisoner approached. 'You are indeed my type, pretty boy,' standing his hands ready to grab the adventurer.

Despite the prisoner's delicate, fragile appearance, he sprinted with his arms open like a lion capturing a prey. Jarro waited a little more for his gauntlet gem to accumulate more energy. The prisoner got closer… near the light… his greedy fingers with lust wanting to grab the adventurer.

As his eager smelly fingers desired to touch the adventurer, Jarro glanced at his gauntlet with no energy. He dodged the prisoner's attempt to grab him.

'Fire!' Jarro demanded.

'No.' Ne' Zuk said.

'Idiot! 'Jarro's voice faded away as if he was losing his life. 'Can't you see this disgusting pig will touch me? Like… he…' In despair, he tried to call out with the Voice with reason.

'Not my concern.' Ne'Zuk answered unemotionally.

'What the hell?' Jarro's body shuddered, looking at the man trying to grab him as if he were his biggest nightmare.

'Oh! Don't be sad, pretty boy.' The prisoner grinned with all his remaining teeth. 'Why so concerned? I will make you feel good, don't worry.'

Even with his body in shock, Jarro tried to move fast as he could, yet it was too late to escape the prisoner's lustful affections.

The prisoner got the adventurer hands, pushing him down without any effort as if he was pulling down a play doll. Jarro moved his legs in an attempt to push back the prisoner, yet the man was too strong to fight back. No… not this... Jarro couldn't believe the situation he was in.

He felt his body weaken as the man was controlling it so well without any effort. He was the master of the adventurer's body. Trying to move his legs was a useless endeavour since the man pinned them with his own. The man touched Jarro's face like a lover that had missed his loved one for so long.

Jarro felt the sticky liquid from the man's fingers. It was cold and slippery. The sensation of the prisoner's nails craving his skin made the adventurer twitching his lips harder. Disgusted he only desired to vomiting this sensation of revulsion.

'Yes, you are pretty.' The man grinned.

'Let me go.' Jarro tried to move the rest of his body with no success. 'What makes you think that I am your property?'

The man didn't hesitate that much to show his affections. As the prisoner raised the adventurer's legs, he tried to reach his belt; yet Jarro moved his waist to dodge the man's lustful greedy hands.

Then the man tried to push up Jarro's shirt. The adventurer's chest was exposed at the man's mercy. The prisoner's fingers were cold like ice and slippery like gel, sliding up to reach to the adventurer's nipples. Yet he felt Jarro's boot kicking on his stomach.

Not appreciating the gesture towards his passion, the man punched Jarro's stomach hard. Groaning in severe pain, the adventured rolled over the ground weakly. No! You will not—

The man was determined more than ever to have the adventurer only to himself. Grabbing Jarro's legs the prisoner unbuttoned the adventure's belt, then zipping down the trousers. Taking off his belt from the waist, the prisoner grinned utterly satisfied that the adventurer will finally be his lover. At that moment Jarro remembered his fight with Januk.

The pirate had kicked the adventurer's ribs hard. The pain and agony Jarro felt were like a thousand warriors had tortured him in prison without mercy. It was a fight with no light ahead. Despite the pirate wasn't interested to take Jarro's body, the adventurer was in grave danger, and he will die, yet what saved him was indeed his gauntlet and something else.

'Can't believe you will let this miserable pervert touch you.' Ne'Zuk said more in a disappointed tone than concerning one.

Anger is a wonderfularcane motivator. Use it or lose it. Jarro felt his heart bursting fire with rage like he was possessed of an evil spirit. He glared at the man that was ready to take off his pants to begin his action.

'Why are you violent?' Jarro asked as the man stopped.

'Am I?' The man twitched his lips pathetically in confusion.

'Of course, you are.' Jarro said more in a way to distract the man. 'Why can't you be more… err… gentle?'

'Oh, if that's the problem—' However instead of stopping, the prisoner took the adventurer's suggestion as to be softer on his manners.

'But…' Jarro took a deep breath. Disgusting! So… argh! He twitched his lips as if he had drunk raw milk. 'Give me your hand.'

The man grinned satisfied by the adventurer's suggestion like finally, his fantasy will become true. 'Will you suck my hand like a cock?'

Jarro forced a smile on his face. 'Yes! That's the idea!'

The man didn't wait much to show how eager he was along with the suggestion. He moved to Jarro's lips his hands. The smell coming from it was like the prisoner had a nonstop rampage of sex. That made Jarro's stomach repulsive at so many levels, yet if he wanted to escape, he had to do it.

Taking a deep breath, Jarro held the man's hand. Firmly, and ready the adventurer bit the prisoner's hand like a vampire sucking his victim's blood. Penetrating the man's skin, the adventurer felt sick on his stomach, like his insides were going to make him stay in bed for the rest of the life.

'Arghhh!' The prisoner screamed in pain. 'You tricked me!'

Jarro kept biting so hard as the man tried to move to his face, in exchange to feel the adventurer's bit on his hand even harder. With no more energy left, the man moved violently as his skin ripped off from his hand.

Tossing aside the prisoner's skin at the ground, Jarro coughed violently many times, spiting in the ground as if his stomach was made of paper. However, not satisfied, the adventurer wiped his mouth so hard in an attempt to clean from the mess. His mouth was sore, burning inside like an open wound.

Getting up Jarro put his trousers and belt back in place.

'We will talk later.' Jarro said in a grave tone with anger. 'Ne'Zuk.' Grabbing a pair of chains nearby.

'This is my pay for you trying to be funny.' Ne'Zuk answered, hissing with malice. 'So next time you know what I am capable of.'

Although despite the Voice didn't help him, for the first time, Jarro had to go to this extreme action. He always preferred to not be noticeable and leave the place as soon as he got what he wanted. But right now, a life had to be taken.

The man stared at him with his twitched, disappointed lips as if the adventurer had cheated on him with someone else. At that moment, Jarro felt that his heart was empty as the void, storing nothing but anger. As if he was possessed from an invisible identity that was controlling his emotions.

'You will pay.' He walked towards the prisoner. 'For your so-called love.'

Like an obsessive jealous lover, the man plunged towards the adventurer to catch him on his hands, yet Jarro dodged and moved the strings to the man's feet. He fell on the ground holding his legs.

'Kill him.' Ne'Zuk said. 'When my powers will not be available, you have to rely on your rage, boy. You have done this before. It's not going to be a big deal.'

The prisoner raised his hands in a desperate attempt to have his last grasp of life. However, the adventurer stomped it the hand with his boot violently. The man screamed with agony as voices from other cells manifested in enthusiasm, screaming energetically, 'Kill him! Kill him!'

'It seems we have an audience.' Jarro raised the chains. 'This for your attempt to make me your property.' The metal clawed the man's fragile body.

The prisoner's screamed excruciatingly holding his body like a terrified abused child. Without mercy, Jarro hurt the man's body, ignoring his screams. 'This for your own stupidity.'

Clearly, the man wouldn't last long. On his body, new scars started to rip the skin like knives craving on the surface. With bloody arms, legs and the rest of his body, the prisoner gave a last look at the adventurer that was holding the chains.

'You disgusting, filthy pig!' Jarro gave him another violent strike.

The man wanted to speak, but his mouth was shot by the chains on his face. With no more life left the prisoner tried to move his body towards his cell. However, Jarro stopped him by another beat. And it was at that time that everything went silent.

The prisoner no longer moved his hand. His head lifeless, rolled over his eyes, as a mouse sniffed his mouth. With a little anger inside, Jarro spat on the prisoner's corpse, kicking the man hard as much as he could.

'Die!' Jarro screamed angrily as the voices in the cells screamed of his victory. 'Rot in the abyss like a sick pig you are.'

After kicking the lifeless man after a while, the adventurer fell on the ground. Watching the man dying was something he never witnessed before.

In his adventures he never had to deal with these situations, after all, those who would help him out, will in many cases die without noticing that Jarro had vanished from their sight.

Jarro took a deep breath, not taking his eyes of the dead man. Stay where you are. He left his arms like feather fall on the ground. You deserved it every second of it.

'Ahahaha! This is so fun!' Ne'Zuk laughed manically. 'Say, boy, how was your date?'

'You are seriously asking me to give you to the Demacian authorities.' Jarro took a deep breath, grabbing a little of his courage to go inside of the cell.

'You wouldn't—'

'Dare?' Jarro cut it the Voice. 'If you do this one more time, I swear that you will be dust on the next day in.'

For a while, it was silent as if the Voice had vanished from the adventurer mind like a calm voice was replaced instead. Then Ne' Zuk said. 'You should be proud kid.'

'Proud?' Jarro said scratchy. 'How do you expect me to be proud when you didn't help me? I could have been raped by that dirty pig and you couldn't care less about me.'

What you want to say is that if you were dumb that rapist could had got you.'

'Thankfully that didn't happen.'

'And do you know why?'

'Tsk… is that even a question? Because I am smart, and that disgusting pig will never touch me in the first place.'

'See? One more reason for you to be proud. You outsmarted him.' For a moment silence occupied the place, until Ne'Zuk said. 'Every time you use my power, you are trusted it. And so far, kid, you are the best mage out there. I like you.'

Jarro was bewildered by the Voice's actions. During all these years with him, Jarro knew that Ne'Zuk was once a powerful emperor nonetheless. And during all that time he showed nothing but malice and anger for whatever the adventurer had done. Yet right now it was like Ne' Zuk was a different person, or Jarro was speaking with his brother if the Voice had any.

However, the adventurer couldn't help but to feel special, as if Ne'Zuk had chosen him to use his weapon. On that the Voice was right. Jarro was the only one who deserved the weapon to be on his possession. Nobody was worthy of that privilege but him.

'Say what you will, but today you did well.' Ne'Zuk said calmly like the waves of the ocean. 'Why don't you make more decisions like that? You aren't bound to anyone but yourself.'

Let's hope he doesn't suffer from a double personality disorder. That would be troublesome but funny to mock him. 'You have a point, though.' Jarro said more in a way to move to another subject, despite how much he was enjoying to be glorified by the Voice.

'Don't think next time, kid.' Ne'Zuk advised the adventurer. 'You are the best mage.'

'But of course, I am.' Ezreal got up slowly.

Suddenly more noises came from the cells. Other prisoners grabbing the iron bars, shaking violently like wild beasts to get free. Others simply shouted for help or tried to ask for someone. Jarro stared at the open cell.

He needed to get inside, and by the looks of the other cells, this one will not be prettiest of all. Trying to find a way out will be complicated since by his experience dungeons are hard to get out once you are inside. There was only one choice.

Well, chaos is useful, for distraction, of course. With this idea the adventurer could leave the place, while the guards will be busy with the prisoners, however, returning to that prison implied Jarro grabbing the key.

The adventurer looked to his hand with the gauntlet. 'This is so bad.'

'Kid! You are not going to grab the keys with that hand.' Ne'Zuk demanded furiously.

'Do you really think we have a choice?' Jarro protested, glancing at the open cell, as his lisp twisted with disgust. 'Everywhere is dirty—'

'Not my problem. You have the other hand. Or… how about you pay a visit to that sleepy guard, and grab some cloth from him?' Ne'Zuk suggested.

'That was already on my mind.' Jarro took a deep breath looking to his hand. 'But by at this point, he must have awakened several times because of the chains. Believe me.'

Ne'Zuk took a deep breath. 'Isn't there—'

My time to mock this idiot. 'No. And to be honest, you will love this.' Jarro grinned. 'He was full of diseases, which apparently is your thing—'

'Kid!'

'Come now.' Jarro patted the gauntlet like he was touching a cat. 'Everything is going to be fine. I will clean you after all this mess is made. Deal?'

Ne'Zuk made moments of silence. 'Fine, fine,' he answered, frustrated. 'Just finish this fast.'

As Jarro approached to the open prison, a strong stench of feces and urine came to his senses. His stomach began to whirling tidily, as his mind devoured the disgusting scenario.

His eyes were the witnesses of the intense dance of the macabre. The walls were painted with red, and the same sticky translucid liquid that Jarro had seen on the prisoner's nails. There were traces of the prisoner's everywhere, even on the rusty chains. Argh! Disgusting pig!

Jarro covered his nose, as his boots felt the softness on the ground, yet smelly. As he searched on the mess, the ring keys captured his attention, stuck inside of a poo. The adventurer had come this far, giving up now would be a waste; but at the same time, the smell, the horrifying scene was something that could be made him leave the dungeon.

Jarro took a deep breath. My fame! My glory! This will not be recorded in my journal! Rising his hand with the gauntlet, the adventurer dove with bravado, like a valiant knight. He could fell it. The ring and the keys. Grabbing them with his fingers, his mouth twitched harshly by the strong smell.

'Are you going to free us?' A male voice echoed nearby.

'Yes.' Jarro looked to the next prison. 'These are the keys.' Approaching to voice's location.

'Well then, give it to me.' Dirty bloody hands opened its fingers widely, like a desperate drug-addicted.

Perfect. 'Not so fast.' Jarro held the ring. 'What will you give to me in return?'

'You seemed very interested in that prison, whatever that is. So that's your reward.' The voice said. 'Is that enough?'

'Almost there.' Jarro stared at the prisoner's bloody hands full of dirt and some fur. 'All you have to do is free the others, not… like those like that guy.' He pointed to the dead prisoner.

'We don't like them, believe me.' Jarro could hear the young man's teeth ripping apart what seemed to be meat. Chewing slowly with all his teeth wolfed down.

'So, do you agree with my terms?' Jarro asked.

'One last thing.' The young prisoner kept devouring his meal. 'Is the guard at the entrance—'

'Sleeping like a child.' Jarro said victoriously.

'Finally!' The young's man voice transformed instantly to a pleased one. 'That son of a bloody whore will taste my blade!'

'Ahhh kid! Those ones were interesting.' Ne'Zuk said. 'Cutting their hands was my favourite hobby. Whipping their backs to—'

'He's all yours.' Jarro said to the prisoner, ignoring the Voice. 'But first, you must free the others.'

'Yes… that is all good and pretty.' The young man chewed more of his food. 'But wouldn't the other guards start a rampage?'

'That's the fun part you see?' Crossing his arms, Jarro composed himself like a prince negotiating an important event. 'If you free the majority here, you will be alive for sure. Of course, death is also guaranteed. But… surely you will not leave that guard best you, right?'

'Ehehe…' The young man laughed with malice. 'No, no, no. He will feel my hands, struggling him, breaking his bones, cut his tongue until his insides bleed!' On that instant, Jarro watched a dead mouse being thrown out of the cell. 'What can I call you?'

'This guy seems reasonable to deal with. Take him with us. He will be useful.'

'Jarro.'

'Ah! We know you, Jarro. So, give me the keys to my freedom.'

'Sure, just be careful because—'

'Well, it came from his cell. Nothing can be done about it.' The young man's fingers gestured to grab the keys.

It's safe. He's only interesting killing that guard. 'Well, then, enjoy your freedom.' Jarro gave the young prisoner the keys.

From the cell came a lad at the same age as Jarro. Small by structure, yet it wasn't his lack of nutrition, he could have a reliable and robust constitution. His eyes were aggressive and lack of emotion like a predator. His black like coal eyes highlighted with scars on his lips. A deep one like he had cut his lips with a sharp knife, making a huge smile.

Jarro looked at the assassin walking to another cell, opening the door. 'Don't worry,' he said, smiling. 'You will not die. You don't make my type of victim, so rest at ease.'

Watching the prisoner's getting free was something that wasn't on Jarro's plans, however it will serve for his propose. Little by little, the celldoors opened. The adventurer could witness them looking at each other, perplexed by the situation for being so easy.

Taking a deep breath, Jarro covered his nose, returning to the smelly disgusting cell. His gauntlet shook violently as Shuriman symbols shinned intensively absolving its magic, creating a hole.

Guided by the gauntlet's gem light, Jarro reached a rocky room. Nothing inside but only a strange door, with cravings of one surface but seemed double in shape of hands. As gem's light touched the rock, shinning symbols made a phrase.

'Shine like the sun, and your reward shall be justice.' Jarro translated the symbols.

'Well done boy.' Ne'Zuk said monotonously.

'Ehehe, this is easy. Told you.' Jarro walked to the door.

Finally! After all this— unlikely place, the map will be in my hands! The gem was shining as the inscriptions were saying, like the sun, the door trembled by the presence of such intensively magic. Jarro imagined himself laying his hand with the magical glove on the carving. However, it was dirty enough for him to not consider that possibility.

He laid the clean hand first, then ahead of the other one not to close. Despite the gem's gauntlet shinned enough, the door didn't budge. Jarro knew his gauntlet was the solution, and even that wasn't enough for the door to react. There was only one solution left.

He needed an extra person, but how could he ask for help? Proposing to a stranger will be awkward enough. The only one who did without questioning was Taric, the strange Demacian Knight. And after what the adventurer had done, the Knight wasn't happy.

But deep inside the adventurer couldn't give up! He didn't want to ask anyone else for help, after all, they will suspect for sure someone was inside of the castle, the responsible for the free the prisoners.

Now the explorer has another problem to face. In the name of his glory and his fame, Jarro will have to convince Taric to be with him… again. After a good bath and disinfection of course.