Lazarus

Everything went dark. It was creepy, and coming here was a big mistake. Not one of the group at the moment were capable of fighting a powerful foe. "Tsk." He tried to look around, but it was pitch black indeed. He was weak, and had very little magic left. After all, they weren't supposed to need magic to complete this job. He squeezed the remnants of what he had left, into a faint glow from his body, allowing them to see a few meters around them. Prince had found them, and taken them away from the inn though, and to the others. "We have to leave now. Trinity." He appealed to her. "You can trust mine and Sasha's judgement, if we stay here, somebody is going to get hurt, or die, no doubt." He grunted, folding his arms.