'No, there's a solution.'
Theron bent down and checked the corpses before him. The half that fell below was a head, leaving the lower bodies of both intact.
Soon, he had found what he was looking for. Digging through their spatial rings, he pulled out two pieces of wood that radiated Mandate aura.
Keys.
They weren't like the plaques nor the badges, but they had the same essence at their core. Theron had already guessed that controlling and wielding Mandate was the core of what separated the true members of this guild from everyone else.
If they wanted to create the perfect prison, then it would, of course, be in their best interest to close it off in a method that was unique to them.
That made it tricky for Theron. He could suppress, crush, and eliminate Mandate from his body. But actually controlling it was a different matter entirely.
