Chapter 18

The door creaked loudly as Nina and Hadrian stepped inside. The lanterns were

spaced far apart here, and the shadows between them looked deep enough

to fall into.

Hadrian held his hand out as a ball of light appeared.Nina was really thankful for Hadrian being here to help her.Nina was now slowly learning to take control of people with Heart rendering abilities and letting them walk away or make them asleep.

The cells in this area were different, too, with doors of solid steel

instead of iron bars. A viewing grate was lodged into each of them at eye

level. Well, eye level for a Fjerdan. Nina was tall, but she still had to stand

on tiptoe to peek into them.

Most of the prisoners were asleep or resting, curled into corners or flat

on their backs with an arm thrown over their eyes to block out the dim

lamplight that filtered through the grate. Others sat propped against the

walls, staring listlessly at nothing. Occasionally she found someone pacing

back and forth and had to step away quickly. None of them were Shu.

Those that were imprisoned because of their association with Grisha were quickly taken and teleported away by port key.Hadrian had already told people to ready for this,also being knocked out none of them will cause a fight.

Hadrian also was placing a concoctions of magical greek fire,it was in vial enchanted with charms that would explode on his signal.Hadrian placed it in the Embassy sector,prison sector and incinerator shaft.Also he had many small dummy that appears as a blank humanoid puppet.In which if you drop a blood of the prisoner It can mimic multiple attributes of its target, from appearance and physiology,this dummy would actually absolute copy with flesh and blood.

All Hadrian had to do in enlarging charm then place it in the cell where the real prisoner was.After all this sudden disappearance of prisoners would cause doubts,but if these copies dies in the fire no one will doubt it.

One more

row of cells,then back down to the basement with nothing to show for it. Except when she entered the final corridor, she saw it was

shorter than the others.Where there should have been more cells there was

a steel door, bright light shining beneath it.A flutter of unease passed through them as both approached and pushed the door open.

They had to squint against the brightness. The

light was harsh as clear as daylight but with none of its warmth and

couldn't locate its source.

They heard the door whooshing closed behind

her. At the last moment Nina whirled and grabbed it by the edge. Something

told her this door would need a key to unlock it from the inside.Hadrian wasn't worried shrugged and said"We could use an unlocking charm or disapparate out of here."

Both of them looked around and felt this whole place was wrong. The walls, floor, and ceiling were a white so

clean it hurt to look at. Half of one wall was made up of panels of smooth,perfect glass.

Nina spoke up in low tone"This is definitely made by Fabrikator Just like the glass enclosure surrounding

that display of weaponry. No Fjerdan craftsman could make surfaces

so pristine."

Grisha power had been used to create this glass,Nina felt sure of

it.But Hadrian wasn't sure he knew this was possible,but glass that seem almost invisible during this time was hard to make,so only logical reason was Grisha.There were rogue Grisha who served no country and who might

consider hiring themselves out to the Fjerdan government. But would they

survive such a commission? Slave labour seemed more likely.

Nina took one step, then another. She glanced back over her shoulder. If

a guard entered the corridor behind her, she'd have nowhere to hide. So

move, Nina.She peered inside the first window. The cell was as white as the hallway

and illuminated by that same sustained, bright light. The room was empty

and devoid of any kind of furniture – no bench, no basin, no bucket. The

only break in all that whiteness was a drain at the very centre of the floor,

surrounded by reddish stains.

She continued to the next cell. It was identical and equally empty, as

was the next, and the next. But here something caught her eye, a coin lying

next to the drain – no, not a coin, a button. A tiny silver button

emblazoned with a wing, the symbol of a Grisha Squaller

.Nina felt a chill

creep over her arms and thought"Had these cells been crafted by Grisha slaves for

Grisha prisoners? Had the glass, the walls, the floor been made to

withstand Fabrikator manipulation? The rooms were devoid of metal.

There was no plumbing, no pipes to carry water that a Tidemaker might abuse."Nina suspected that the glass she was peering through was

mirrored on the other side, so that a Heartrender in the cell wouldn't be

able to locate a target. These were cells designed to hold Grisha. Designed

to hold her.

Hadrian comforted her and once again placed a Greek fire concoction on the side.Then went grabbed Nina by the waist as she snuggled into him for comfort after what she had seen.Hadrian whispered"We will destroy this place and atleast give those that died some peace."

Nina took slight comfort in his word,but she couldn't get the image of those

white rooms out of her head. The drain. The stains around it. Had Grisha

been tortured there? Made to confess their crimes against the people?

Nina really wanted those Dreamless potions Hadrian made after this with that Nina just nodded,as both Disapparated is seen as both being twisted and swirled into nothing within a swirling clear haze, accompanied with a loud rustling or rushing sound, while usually ending in a crack, as if being distorted and twisted within a clear haze accompanied by a bright flash of bluish-white light.