The highest floor

The group was still whole, and the balance was maintained. Aarit was leading the team inwards on every floor before leading them up. This way, they avoided using the same ladder all the time. Aarit was a warlock with a robust architectural intelligence. After moving a little inside a structure, he could visualize which staircase led to where, which door connected to where, the size of the rooms, and the width of the halls. This was a talent that he constantly developed by building structures on his own. Aarit was famous for imprisoning his enemy or a group in a complex system. Although the structures he built with his magic were not very resistant to impact, it was ideal for distracting the sorcerers he trapped in them. It would not be apparent when or where the trap would come out, and Aarit could constantly change the structure according to the behavior of the person he would imprison. Although this was not an effective method for sorcerers with destructive powers, it was ideal for finishing off low- or medium-level sorcerers. It could make a group advantageous. He was also much younger. As he developed his magic, he could also trap mighty sorcerers. Finally, the whole team had reached the highest floor. This time Aarit followed a highly complex route than he had done on the other floors. It was so unorthodox that Aarit had received a warning of slower progress from the back groups. He was excited, and as he thought about the layout of the floors he had come up to, there was a strong possibility that he would see where the item was hidden, and a little later, he would have seen if he was thinking correctly. That's why he apparently accelerated his steps without noticing it. He had solved the most sheltered building of the sorcerers during this task without even knowing any of its sketches or exterior appearance. Just as he thought, he was standing in front of a room with a staff restriction... With the group's messenger, he gave a stop sign to the other groups and called Torck. Torck and Koresh, good at searching, came to Aarit's side, replacing them with two soldiers from the first group. Aarit pointed to the room. The warlock, good at searching, sat down on the floor, made a strange sign with his hand, took it to his head, stopped breathing, and started telling what he saw. Aarit thought to himself how he could talk when he wasn't living.

-A laboratory. There's a lot of magic that I've never sensed before... a familiar, but also a strange magic... interesting materials, solutions and..... Ahhh!!!

Koresh, who typically wears a very calm, demure look, began to rub his head on the floor in an unusual groan. He was writhing in pain, and he could see that he was trying to do it quietly as best he could so as not to jeopardize the mission. Torck quickly cut Koresh's outfit with a knife of stone that he created in his hands, then he summoned the medic from the nearest group. In the meantime, he put a knife to Koresh's throat; if he screamed or made any sound that could endanger the group, Torck would slit his throat. Fortunately, Abreim, the group's healer, got it quickly under control. Koresh stopped crawling on the floor from the pain but didn't wholly recover himself. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak, but a green smoke that smelled like something was burning came out.

Torck knew he would understand. For many years, Koresh used the magic he had uniquely cultivated in his mind to perceive places not visible to the eye. Such intuition would have raised the army more specifically. Their education was challenging, and only special people were chosen. They trained the spell they kept in their minds to perceive all kinds of magic, then switched to sorcery. Although the warlock army had captured a lot of sorcerers, wands, weapons, materials, and sorcery as loot, the resource was relatively limited to magic. Therefore, after the students studying intuition could identify all the intuitions in the repertoire, they were gradually sent to the battlefield and recorded new sorceries. Then they would have other intuition warlocks remember them by imitating the equivalent of similar magic, even if it was not precisely the same. Koresh was one of the intuition warlocks whose source was the widest. He completed the academy with second place, then worked with many teams of warlocks and thoroughly developed himself. Even if it was the first time he had encountered sorcery, he could predict what kind of thing might happen thanks to its structure and the feeling he gave. This way, Hammer Team would know which sorcerers they will attack in advance, target their weaknesses and apply a counterattack to increase the damage. It was a well-known fact that intuition warlocks fainted when encountering powerful foreign magic or sorcery. Because of this, they always carry a mixture in their minds that cleanses the magic. Unfortunately, this mixture had a side effect, it was a powerful potion, and therefore it was easy to sense, so Koresh did not take the potion with him on this mission. Torck had heard that Koresh had never fainted before. That's why he invited him to the Hammer Team so that he could resist all kinds of magic. Seeing Koresh like this proved that what they were looking for was inside. Torck wasn't too happy about them finding out where the object was. It wasn't good for Koresh to faint. He was the most resistant to sorcery among them, and when they found the thing, they agreed that Koresh should carry it, and it was not suitable for one of his men to faint just before they entered the room.

Torck entrusted Koresh to Aarit. He no longer had much of a task left. After all, he did not need a clean road to return. They were going to make a flashy exit. Torck called Anwir, the third group's leader and an imitation expert. He sent Koresh and Aarit to Tom, who had some knowledge of concealing spells, and who had come to the infiltration team instead of Ari. He couldn't cast a concealment spell on himself because he fainted. Anwir used to go to the intuition academy, like Koresh, but he failed. His mind was insufficient to remember all sorts of magic. He could copy what he learned at the academy. He could only perceive and replicate magic once, and then he couldn't keep it in mind. Except for formulas that he considers very valuable. Sometimes formulas that are actually sorcery would be more powerful when they found a similar equivalent in magic. Hence, he had become the leader of the third group, he had an answer to every sorcery, and he had potent magic. Anwir touched the magic sensor with his hand and sensed what kind of sorcery the device was hungry for. Yes, as if the tool was alive, it was thirsty for this sorcery. Anwir was scared for a moment. Although such a tool copied magic, it could eventually understand that it was not sorcery. After all, because its source was magic, it might not taste the same and alarm the entire building. He told Torck about his concern.

-Then you'll break down the door, Torck said.

He understood the message. They had already found the object, and if they activated the alarm, Hammer Team could easily take a battle position and escape to the ship with little loss. Anwir concentrated and applied the desired sorcery in its magic equivalent to the place of the tool that felt like a mouth. He sensed that the device found it a little strange at first, as if he had tasted the imitation from the tip, and then began to eat it with appetite. Finally, he felt the instrument fill with an unexpected satisfaction, and the door opened without a sound. The Upper world was an interesting place where sorcerers had unorthodox methods. Putting an instrument that the only food he likes is specific sorcery on the door, is that secure? It's crazy. But there was one thing the Hammer Team didn't know yet. This laboratory, which they now entered comfortably through its main door, was an even crazier place…