Ambrose walked by Caleb's side, absorbed in his thoughts. Truthfully, he wasn't sure their group could defeat this monster. Ambrose was still a novice to magic, and Caleb, who was powerful for his age was still defeated easily. He didn't understand why the headmaster would trust this job to a bunch of kids. Ambrose sighed heavily as he went over these thoughts. He entered the underground library , thanking Caleb for holding the door open. But he didn't really return his full attention to the outside world until Ariana called out Caleb's name, throwing her arms around him. But Ambrose's interest was spiked when Alex murmured something in Caleb's ear. He was tempted to ask, but it didn't seem appropriate.

Ambrose shared the same blank expression as Alex, he had of course heard the named Leviathan before, but not in the same context as the others. "So... Gathering from your faces, that's even worse then what we thought?" Ambrose said as he looked around the room.

"Way worse." Jeremy spoke up from Sam's side, wearing a grim expression. "We know where at least five of the daggers are...The others are still up in the air." He crossed his arms over his chest.

Ambrose shook his head and took a seat at a nearby table. "Are we certain this time? I don't think we could afford to be wrong again..." Ambrose shuddered, "Shouldn't we get the headmaster to help if it's that level of evil?" Ambrose said with a sigh of defeat.

Jeremy shook his head defiantly, "No. He trusted us with this, we can do this." He said stubbornly, looking around the room for reassurance.

The whole time they were discussing this, Morgan had stalking just outside. He could hear wisps of voices, and he had a hunch that this was shady business. He couldn't just walk in, not without some kind of help. After pausing to think for a moment, he whispered a chant to himself. His fingers danced as he did so, the movements in sync with the syllables he whispered. Once he was done, it seemed like he faded from view. Morgan wasn't completely invisible, but if anyone tried to look directly at him, they would feel a wave of confusion and lose sight of him. He was only really detectable from the corner of someone's eye. Like a ghost, Morgan slowly cracked the door open. Slipping inside silently as he took in the group. Morgan completely retreated to the back corner of the library to watch and listen.