Once Lee had been given a thorough tour of the underground area containing the Heaven's Gate, he was brought back to the remaining group, consisting of Bob, Tiff and her curious band of compatriots and they made camp until nightfall.

They didn't have to wait for very long, by the time they reached the Loch it was already touching evening, but the wait was painful for the likes of Lee.

Fox simply spent the time polishing and sharpening his sword, treating it like it was his wife... better than a wife, actually. He just hoped that the wife metaphor didn't extend to any further activities. Bob wasn't talkative, and kind of creeped him out, while Tiff and her companions spent their time kneeling in a circle, hands clasped like they were praying, all whilst muttering softly to themselves and to each other.

That creeped him out even more.

When the sun finally settled behind the horizon and the red light of dusk was snuffed out by the blanket of night, they finally began to move. They rode their mounts half way to their destination, before Lee was instructed to portal the beasts back, since it wasn't safe to leave them out in the open.

After that, they trudged along on foot for hours until a city finally came into view. A city that shouldn't have been there.

What used to be a small town, filled mostly with two story family houses, had been utterly destroyed to make room for a grotesque monument city to their beloved Lightbringer. Standing in the middle of town was a towering statue of the 'Human God'.

It was easily 50 foot tall, making it so that even though they couldn't see below the statues knees it was still easy to see for all those around. Small specks could be seen scuttling across its half finished face. They looked like insects in this statues presence, but were in fact people working tirelessly to finish this masterpiece.

Although it's face was half constructed, they had made sure to construct it's eyes first, which glowed like two radiant suns and lit up the night, casting deep shadows for them to lurk in.

Separating the expedition team from this gaudy statue of a desperate 'God' was a grand wall, which was also still under construction much like the statue. The wall, however, was much less complete than the statue, with a variety of gaps, cracks and even crumbling sections of it.

There was a large gap in the wall, what could be assumed to be intentional to function as a gate, as it had a multitude of guards in heavy armour and wielding a variety of weapons operating some kind of checkpoint into the city.

That assumption came from the line of people in various states of dishevelment and health lining up outside of the gate, some wearing armour and others wearing rags. Some old, some young, some families, some alone.

It was surprising to see so many survivors, especially with the wild wastelands that the countryside had become. But then again, considering the reach of this 'Human God' and how his people were already trying to step into their territory, perhaps it shouldn't be.

God knows where all these survivors had come from, but it was safe to say that they hadn't arrived in this city by coincidence, or entirely on their own. Ravenkeep was known to find and escort survivors, so why wouldn't the cult?

The group were laying in a field, just behind a small hill that was basking in the long shadow of the half built wall. With his attention still on the hunched over workers constructing the wall, Bob spoke softly, keeping his voice low and even to not attract attention despite their distance to the city.

"Fox, take Lee into the city and stash yourself. We'll collect you when we have the location for extraction..."

Fox nodded silently at Bob's order, grabbing Lee's shoulder and leading him away from the group where he began to prepare a puddle of water for transportation. Lee's abilities were restrained by sight, or the ability to picture a location, but his only restraint was distance.

As Fox and Lee sunk into the puddle, Bob continued relaying orders,

"Tiff, your people will infiltrate separately. Send some through the line, mingle with the crowds, others can get in through the wall in they have the capabilities. You know their abilities better than I.

As for myself, I will scan the perimeter, check for defensive weaknesses and strengths, other than the obvious, before I make my way inside. Remember, Stealth is key. This should be as clean as possible.

Do not disappoint Father, Your Lord."

Without another word, Bob's form dissolved into dust, which caught itself on a non-existent wind and drifted off through the fields. He kept himself low, drifting along the ground like he was nothing more than loose dirt in the wind, sticking to the shadows where he could and making sure to keep his core, and the ring, hidden within the cloud.

Watching the cloud disperse, Tiff clicked her tongue in annoyance before simply snapping her fingers, which made her companions shoot up at attention. She pointed to a three of them, then gestured to the line, and then gestured to the remaining two before pointing to the walls.

No words were exchanged, yet they all nodded and immediately broke off without complaint or question.

The crowd trio dismissed their armour, muddying and dirtying themselves up, even tearing apart their clothes to give themselves proper survivor looks. They had no qualms with using their own weapons to give themselves shallow cuts or punching the ground to bruise their knuckles, yet the one thing they never removed was the gloves or wraps hiding their right hand.

They dirtied it, making sure it blended in with the rest of their appearance, but none dared to remove it even when they tore apart their shirts or trousers.

Once they were suitably dirtied and dishevelled, looking just like every other broken and bloodied survivor, they split off and entered the line to the checkpoint in staggered intervals, making sure not to stick together. The only thing marking them apart from the rest, was the cold and deadly stillness in their eyes instead of the glassy, weary looks of true survivors.

The duo sent to the walls were much easier in their efforts. One of them morphed their body, equipment and all, into a small black cat that slinked off into the night, whilst the other simply puffed into a cloud of deep purple gas, that drifted along the ground towards the walls.

Tiff nodded at their efficiency, smiling to herself at the team she had picked. She had been training them for a while now, longer than her Love would ever suspect. It was good that she had been assigned to the Church by him, it showed that he cared deeply about her work and what she had started~

Fixing the duffle bag around her shoulders, Tiff stood and strolled casually towards the gate of this strange city. As she walked, she naturally kept to the shadows. Her perception bending powers might be doing all the heavy lifting, but it was less stressful on said powers if she did things to assist them.

Standing in shadows or silently by a wall was easier to hide than someone walking in the middle of the street. There were some things that your brain was more trained to look over, and that was where her power shined most. Plus, it gave her more opportunity to lose herself in her thoughts, as she often did.

Tiff had never been here, to Inverness, before everything fell, so she had no point of reference to what it should look like, but grand walls and horrific statues definitely didn't suit.

Although... the statue might not be a bad idea. That is, if it was of her Love's glorious visage instead of this putrid 'Lightbringer.' If she built a similar statue, it would allow everyone to bask in her Love's majesty at all times of the day.

No... she shouldn't build a similar one, she should build a better one. Hell, why stop at one? They should build multiple across his territory, so no matter where you are you could see his mouth-watering body.

What greater feeling of safety and pride is there, than a pair of statues glorifying their wonderful Lord and saviour standing either side of the entrance to his capital city? The certain of what was soon to be his empire, once he understood he had to spread his influence and conquer the rest of these feeble people, so that no wretched cockroaches like the 'Lightbringer' tried to usurp his rightful throne.

She stepped out of the shadows, idly strolling into the light cast by the garish statue's eyes as she sauntered into the gate and passed the guards, still consumed in her thoughts.

This country has always had a monarch ruling over it, so why change now? All they needed was the right man for the job, and who was better than her Love?

"Miss? Excuse me Miss?"

Touching her cheek, Tiff internally cried for joy at the images in her head of her one true love wearing a royal crown and that gorgeous cloak, sitting upon his rightful throne. Ugh, it was just so beautiful!

And of course, he would need himself a Queen to sit alongside him~

"Hello? I'm talking to you Lady!"

A meaty hand slapped down on Tiff's shoulder, squeezing it tightly and stopping her in her tracks. She was immediately yanked from her thoughts, letting out a sharp scream of surprise at the touch.