“They’ve been searching for days and their results yield nothing,” Maya hissed levitating high above the ancient city. Since the timely retreat from the old monastery, Shaytan commanded the ‘Shadows’ to traverse the city looking for clues on the so-called “Mist of God”, unknown to anyone other than Shaytan as The Ultra-Sapien Formula. A formula long thought lost, many who knew of its location had long perished. Books, ancient text and other allusions to it’s existence all vanished before any local could pin-point it’s location; however someone did, which made the Supreme Shaytan so sure Jerusalem was it.
Because of the high profile and fast paced life she used to live, Maya’s knowledge on the legendary Ultra-Sapien was nonexistent, even the 3rd Society files embedded in her mind mentioned nothing of them. Not even of the known U-Sapiens.
The Shadows of the Shaytan often moved quietly throughout the city acquiring any information on the perceived resting place, yet even in secrecy-- eye brows raised. Librarians, Historians and other learned official grew skeptical, started pressing harder; because of it, The Liafador beauty enlisted the help of the Red Cardinal’s.
“Spain’s cockroaches” they too littered the city searching for the same answers, with often times more aggressive undertones than the SOS.
In the eyes of the Scarlet Sorceress, this was a chance to transcend anything her family could ever achieve, this was a chance for the young Liafador to create her own unique race; her own branch of Liafador that could wipe out the older elements of her family. Establishing a new Liafador Order hadn’t been on the agenda, but since the situation presented it’ self she was sure to take it.
Wafting her hands across the arid skies, Maya’s magic mirror swirled into being from the Otherrim. “You have summoned me, mistress” It’s baritone voice boomed sending a piercing chill down her own spine.
“I did patch me through to Nikadaemus, I’m afraid this fools errand needs to come to an end.” Nodding its face in compliance the mythical mirror opened a two-way communication channel between Maya and the Supreme Shaytan allowing the two to speak in real time.
“I am afraid what you seek is not present, we need to regroup and focus our efforts elsewhere. Perhaps even take the fight to one of the two groups that crossed us. We still have Nobody, I’m afraid prolonged exposure in Jerusalem may compromise our location.”