Raziel guided Odessa and Lucian back through the secret passage.
The tunnel went up in an uneven slope and the stones were slippery with dampness.
Lucian held the torch.
Odessa walked behind Raziel, breathing hard.
"Where are we going?" she finally asked.
"To the supply depot," Raziel answered without turning back. "We need gear."
Lucian snorted. "Gear? Raziel, we have no weapons. We have no armor and we definitely don't have an army."
Raziel didn't answer.
He opened the wooden door at the end of the tunnel.
The sunset light sliced in like a knife.
They came out into a narrow alley between two Academy buildings.
Raziel closed the door behind them. "Follow me."
The depot was empty.
Raziel pushed the rusty door and entered.
Wooden shelves full of jars, scrolls, and dusty fabrics.
Lucian wrinkled his nose. "Smells like mold."
Raziel ignored the comment and headed to a shelf at the back.
He took a small jar of silver liquid.
"What is that?" Odessa asked.
