Aria followed Firestorm up to the library. Firestorm was explaining, "We keep good records, names, codename, mage type, appearence, whether they stayed or passed through, relations. This is reminding me so much of someone, and I need to see if they were here."
She walked into the library and flipped on the lights.
Aria swallowed as the scene hit her, so different from last night.
There were signs of a struggle, and books and paper were strewn about. There was a large red stain spread over a large mass of the paper, but no corpse.
Firestorm looked around the wreckage and stepped in. The records were kept in a wooden box in the back. She averted her eyes from the red papers, sad for the poor librarian who tried to protect the books.
Her gaze rested on the area where the records would be.
They were gone.
All that was left was a neatly scribed note.
Nice try.
It had the necromancers sign as a signature.
Firestorm felt sick. Someone had to be betraying the rebellion.
But who?