“This could just as easily be a trap,” Herakleios said to Kalogeros, as the latter packed the last of his things in his knapsack, “Your machine picking up a message from another world seems far too convenient.”
“And I’m telling you for the last time,” Kalogeros said “the shear amount of effort it would take to successfully pull it off far outweighs any profit derived from killing just the two of us. Externally controlling my machines is something even I haven’t managed to do, but even if it’s possible, enriching ink with chi from another dimension
is beyond even an Oracle’s pay grade.” As he zipped his knapsack and slung it on his back, he added, “So, bottom line – I don’t care how “convenient” this is, we’re doing this. So can we just go?”
Herakleios opened his mouth to continue, but checked himself before he started. He was going to bring Kalogeros’ attention to the possibility that the message being genuine didn’t exactly stop enemies from taking advantage of it, but telling him about the enemies within Neo Aima wouldn’t help either of them. Besides, it didn’t seem like he would listen anyway. Kalogeros seemed almost excited to leave his workshop, something which brought his emotional state into question. So reluctantly, he nodded. He brought out his Teleportation potion, as did Kalogeros, which they both threw at the ground.
They arrived at the designated site, where a number of other sorcerers were already waiting with the rune already drawn on the ground. “Oh no, take your time,” said one of them in annoyance, “it’s not like we have jobs to do.”
Kalogeros flipped the guy off as he said, “Blowing oracles isn’t a job, Aurelius. Now hurry up and open the portal.” He walked onto the rune, with Herakleios close behind, and when they reached the centre, the other sorcerers placed their hands on the rune. A black circle opened up above Kalogeros and Herakleios’ head, after which the two of them started fading until they’d fully disappeared.
“Son of a bitch,” Kalogeros said, after the two of them fully materialized in Egypt, raising his hand to shield his face from the sun. He was a lanky young man of 26-years, with black hair that looked perpetually uncombed. Years of confining himself to his workshop had left him with pale skin and dull brown eyes. He was wearing a black coat with red lining that ran along the cuffs and a red inverted-L design on the chest area, coupled with black pants and shoes.
His companion was a 17-year old boy with a short yet athletic build. He had stringy brown hair that covered his forehead and shifty brown eyes constantly surveying his surroundings. The dark circles around his eyes told of his sleep deprived lifestyle. He was wearing the same clothes as Kalogeros, since it was a uniform, however the red lines were replaced by blue ones, symbolizing that he was a Caster class sorcerer.
“How the hell did they forget to mention it was in the middle of a bloody desert
?” Kalogeros continued, finding the brightness and heat not to his liking. He quickly looked around and, spotting a bunch of workers digging, said, “You, over there…Yes, you. Where can I find your employer?”
The worker answered back in a language neither of the two understood. “Oh well, that’s just great,” Kalogeros said, “Guess we have a bit of walking around to do. Let’s go.”
To that, Herakleios grunted affirmation, and the two of them walked in search of this Marion Rakivata.
"What are you going to do, stab me?" - said the stab victim.