Deimos handed the redeemed Sinners and the cadets off to their instructor, gaze wandering around him in curiosity.  The Captain was still missing, as was Master Guilford.  The other Seraph’s squad had huddled together and Brynhildr looked decided upset.  She had probably just heard about her Captain walking off with his.  Amusement bubbled up within him at the thought; it was obvious that the blue haired Knight had a preference for her Knight Captain.  Master Guilford walking off with another female, especially the ‘famous White Seraph,’ another Knight who easily surpassed her, would no doubt leave her in a tizzy.  He was about to dismiss the other squad form his consideration, for he had his own tasks his Captain had commanded he complete, when the mass movement of Guilford’s squad caught his attention.  Their demeanor appeared too grim for them to be out relaxing and they were headed away from the elevator shaft that connected Gless and Lindela.  To his knowledge, none of Squad Prissy lived on Lindela.<br/><br/>To follow them, to get the squad, or to turn in these reports?  In the first and second options, he risked the Captain being upset at him for not following her orders.  In the third, he risked Lethe being injured and having the entire squad berate him for allowing her to be injured.  Really, there was no question.  Waving goodbye to the five cadets he and Alfrei had accompanied, the yellow eyed Knight drifted towards the Golden Sun.  He might be able to catch Seraphim before she left Adair’s home.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~</div><br/><br/>The groaning of stressed wood.  A flurry of footsteps approaching.  Too solid for Sinners.  A Knight Squad?  Blue eyes tracked the sounds even as she continued to push the beam out of the way.  A blue-haired Knight in gray armor led a group of other Knights in, two bulky men stepping forward to help her with her task.<br/><br/><span style="color: silver"> “Joaquim.  Georg. Brynhildr.”</span>Lethe greeted the three, bowing her head in acknowledgment of the former two’s words.  Between Gil’s two Rear Guards, the mess that had been blocking her path was soon cleared.  Meanwhile, another of Gil’s squad had stepped forward and started speaking.  What was his name again?  Soren? Hiashi?  None sounded correct.  Even as her mind wandered, she followed the other Knight’s instructions.  The glow of<span style="font-style: italic">Prayer</span>shone around her and the other Knights present, a mantle of purity against whatever evil waited behind the basement door.<br/><br/>The door was opened and a miasma of Sin rushed for freedom.  Lethe walked forward but stopped at the door. The glow of<span style="font-style: italic">Prayer</span>dimmed around her hand and she tentatively touched the door, sliding her finger along the grain of the wood.  There.  She followed the indent in a large curve until she reached the end of the wood.  It appeared to go on off the door.  Reaching as high as she could, the let all of her fingers graze the door, noting various strokes of depressed wood.<br/><br/><span style="color: silver"> “Sketchpad and pen.”</span>She ordered, her attention still trying to decipher whatever had been carved onto the door.  When Deimos failed to appear at her side, Lethe turned her head at her squad only to remember it wasn’t her squad with her.  She resisted the urge to sigh and instead fished out her own scroll of paper and pen.  It was meant more for brief missives than drawing, but it would have to do.  She sketched down the symbol she had felt and then looked at in confusion.  It wasn’t a symbol she had seen before.  However, Sin’s eye stared back at her.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v664/EvanescentBreeze/CreativeFreedom/sinLethe/sin6-symbol_zpsa4a3a74e.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Lethe turned her attention away from the puzzling symbol and peered into the basement.  Her eyes could make out vague shapes, but nothing concrete.<br/><br/><span style="color: Silver"> “Could someone please form some illumination, non-holy based.  If not, we’ll use torches.  Defensive caster, Brynhildr, to me.  Joaquim, you and another form <span style="font-style: italic">Repent</span>s to minimize the spread of Sin’s essence from here.  Vice Captain, please disperse your team as you see fit.  Three will wait up here.”</span><br/><br/>She waited for the team to reassemble itself per her and Bryn’s orders.  A young blond woman stepped forward and released balls of fire, shedding light on the underground room’s contents.<br/><br/>It appeared deceptively normal.  There was a long table at the back of the room with various containers.  A forge of some sort sat in one corner; from the rods stacked near it, Lethe would hazard a guess that it was for glass blowing.  Some burned papers were scattered by the now cold forge.  The ground was speckled with indents, perhaps from the Pure Sinner’s movements?  The walls were scratched with characters and emblems, Sin’s eye predominant among them.  It was… unsettling.<br/><br/>The white Knight rallied herself and strode into the room with apparent unconcern.  Her temporary team followed.  Now on the floor of the basement, she could see a stack of crystallized Sin sitting on the ground like discarded books.  She turned to see how the others were faring and caught sight of the rest of the symbol extending beyond the doorframe.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v664/EvanescentBreeze/CreativeFreedom/sinLethe/Lissandra-crest_zps9f64d05b.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>She deliberately turned her attention back to the stack of crystallized Sin in front of her.  She reached a hand out but drew back with a hiss.  The essence of Sin was too strong for her to touch.  Lethe cast another<span style="font-style: italic">Prayer</span>on herself and then a third concentrated in her hand.  This time, she could pick up the crystal and place it on the worktable.  Two of her keys emerged, this time in miniature form, and whirled around the stone.  Everyone thought her<span style="font-style: italic">Heaven’s Judgment</span>swords were used purely for offensive but they were more than that to her.  With her keys siphoning her magic and focusing it on suppressing the effect of that crystal, Lethe turned her attention back to the remaining stones and Gil’s squad.<br/><br/><span style="color: Silver"> “Shall we, then?”</span>She asked with a nod to the group, letting Brynhildr take lead as her squad had experience with the crystals before.