Ginevra frowned and paused. 'I sense it too—just two floors below. Feels like an artifact… But it's either large, or there are several of them.'
Cael nodded. The thing they felt spanned half the floor.
'Let's look at it, Gin?'
With the hubbub they raised in this part of the tower, though, this wasn't as easy as just walking. They didn't walk half a floor down before an entire squad of five fettas ran out from the floor below and charged up the stairs.
Their intent was clear even before they entered Cael's sight. By the time Cael saw the first grotesque head below, he had a spell ready, and Ginevra too.
They launched them at the same time: Ginevra's Winter Breath and Cael's Wind Scythe.