The slaves hadn't caught on and the woman who asked the first question smiled. "Of course we'll help you! We've been slaves for so long and you are the only one that tried to help us. What do you want us to do?"
From his place in the front, Vacuse watched silently, his mouth curled into a shadow of a smile. "... here we go..."
Lady Slave gestured to the ritual drawing on the floor. "This door was created with no means to open it except for Lord of Eboncrypt himself. But we've come up with a plan of our own.
"You see, each and every one of you here are royalty in a way. Meaning, your blood carries dormant abilities. Some of you might even have been powerful before you got captured and sealed. But anyway, through a blood magic technique, we are going to use your blood to open the door..."
Then she frowned and added as an afterthought. "And your life essence as well."
