They walked literally down on the corridor just to stop again in a few meters. This time Freyan noticed parallel cuttings in the walls. Two on left wall two on the right. They wondered on what dangers it could hold. But it didn’t took long to figure it out. A huge broken blade hang out of the lower gap on the right.

“It should be fine, right?” Gilyon asked to reassure himself.

“I don’t know…”

“What do you mean you don’t know? I can hold the barrier spell. It protects from all physical damage.”

“Yeah… Physical.” The sound of a barrier shattering started to haunt Freyan for no apparent reason other than the obvious.

“Fine! I hold the barrier while we go on the right and watch our heads. Sounds good?”

Freyan nodded and so they did. Slowly, watching their every step they moved forward. It wasn’t long before the trap activated. Huge blades came out of the wall on the left and above their heads on the right rushing through the air almost touching each other from the two sides. Both of them laid low in fear loosing their heads. The broken blade on their side seemed stuck and fortunately didn’t move. So they continued. Again and again the blades came out of the wall if they stepped on one of the stones they shouldn’t. There was something shining on them with a vague blue colour, but they couldn’t get a good look at what ever it was. In the end they managed getting to the end of the corridor.

They entered a room with hexagonal layout. It felt spacious after the passage. There were some tables with old, withered tools and alchemical equipment on them. But the more eye-catching were the crude statues. They had an anthropomorphic style, with two leg, two arms and a head, but looked as if they were chiseled with an axe. Some of them were broken in half, others scattered across the floor. Yet still there were some of them in one piece. As the two men walked in the middle of the room one of the statues eyes started to shine in a menacing red.

It moved bit slower than a regular human. There was no doubt it was targeting Gilyon lifting one of its massive arms to strike.

The mage backed away as he could. He put up his barrier again but didn’t dared to look behind or turn around and make a run for it. Freyan readied his dark energy magic and hurled two bolts at the same time against the enemy. The dark magic burnt the stone and it started to turn into dust, but it still seemed only mildly effective. So he also stepped further away from the creature and in the same time he fired his spells again. The second time the bolts made the golem-like-thing to pause on hit. It turned towards him. Following his companion’s logic Gilyon took a better position where he was fairly safe from the creature but still could hit it with spells without difficulty. Gilyon used kinetic spells, like telekinetic bolts which hit like normal punches would do but from the distance. At first he wasn’t nearly as efficient as his accomplice. Clearly the stone creature wouldn’t mind normal punches. So he had to put more effort in it. After a few try the two of them started to sync in to the same rhythm. First Freyan attacked then Gilyon with short pauses so they could keep up with each other. When one of the attacks hurt it more the creature turn to that attacker. So in the end it couldn’t really decide and stepped back and forth between them. Until one of them hit its core with a destructive spell and it froze into motionlessness.

Gilyon put his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

“I… should practice combat… magic more. If it just didn’t bore me so…” he looked up to Freyan with his usual cheerful mood returning.

After this they started to look around in the room. To Gilyon’s displeasure there was only one exit from the room, and that was the way the reached the room in the first place. He just wasn’t ready to give up just yet and go back to the entrance. They searched the room back and forth when Freyan stumbled on something.

“Gilyon. Does this mean anything to you?” he pointed on a runic styled symbol on the wall. How was it possible that he only saw it now? It wasn’t the first time he looked this way.

“What?” the mage came closer but as he did the symbol started to disappear.

“It was here, I swear” Freyan looked at its place disappointed.

“What was it?”

“A symbol. Of some sorts.”

“What did it looked like?”

Freyan tried to write it into the air with his finger. It was made of one line with angles crossing it self.

“Okay. Let’s think it through. You saw the symbol when I wasn’t here. Now I’m here and we can’t see it. I go back where I was. You stay here.” So Gilyon did as he said.

As they and the symbol got aligned it appeared once again in the shadow cast by Freyan. But as Gilyon moved away and the mage light shone on the wall directly it disappeared again.

“I think it’s about the shadow” said Freyan after few tries, so he called the mage beside him. “You can order this thing” pointed at the orb of light “to move around, right?”

“Yeah…” so Gilyon moved it behind him. The shadow cast on the wall and the symbol appeared again.

“There!” Freyan pointed at it.

“Where?” Gilyon looked doubtful.

“You… You can’t see it? It’s right there.” Now Freyan started to become full of doubt, but about himself.

“So you see it but I don’t” Gilyon thought out loud then there was a minute of silence. He searched for his notebook and opened it on the page with least writing on it. He gave it to Freyan with a traveling pen. “We search the room and you write it down so I can see it too.”