My journey brought me to the elevator. Those that were about to get in it and were in it, immediately scurried away from me. Fear in their eyes as they saw my appearance. Robes that were centuries old, but looked new. My grimoire floating beside me, brimming with power. I elected to leave Merlin’s staff behind. There’s no reason for it. If I needed to fight, my hope was that Excalibur was there. But that was only the last option. I didn’t want to resort to using my brother’s sword. 