After the door shut behind them, the group began to walk towards the steps, which will most likely lead them to the library. He knew that the library was on the fourth floors, because of Zayra as she said towards the others. One of the templars looked at her funny as he was walking with the other templar. 

The first floor felt odd as the rare smell of sulphur and copper was stronger than ever before, most of the towers—that he went to—smelled of different scents to block out that smell. The doors were shut and some were left open, with everything looking like nothing had happened. Of course, he knew the real action would of been either in the second, third, fourth, or even the last floor. The staircases were so dark that you couldn't even see the gray steps, he walked towards the steps and began to walk forward.

That was when Zayra began to talk towards him and the other templars with him. She begged the Corporal to untie her and allow her to use her magic. The Corporal went up towards her and looked at her eye as he realized that they did need her magic. He walked up towards one of the templar and asked for the key. “Why? Are you fucking with me?” the templar said as he kept a strong grip of the key as he questioned the Corporal. “She has a point. We do need some magic, if we are going against other mages”, the Corporal said as he tried to talk him into giving up the key. “But... you guys—the backup—only came because of The Rite of An...”.

The Corporal walked towards the templar and pushed him away from the mage. He whispered at the guy, “You don't say that word around her or she will be useless to us.”. Zayra might of knew about the Rite and how the backup is here because of the Rite; but, to make such that she doesn't kill him and the other or go crazy, they have to keep it quite. When the templar realized that he knew what the 'word' was, he whispered towards the Corporal, “Alright. Here is the key.”. 

Smiling in vitctory, the Corporal thanked the templar as he walked back towards Zayra. The Corporal looked at her as he held to the key and wanted to questioned her about this tower. “Before I let you go, I got to ask you some questions.”, he said as he put the key into his pocket, “What kind of magic can you do? How many have turned against the Order? How many are dead? Did The First Enchanter used blood magic? How well did you know The First Enchanter? Would anyone else want to declared war against the Order?”. So many questions to answer, but these questions will get her the freedom that she wants.