Yrael, the Eighth Bright Shiner

With a bright flare of light, Yrael crashes into the first guards they see, bringing them down.

Alarms are sounding along hallways, echoing all through the building.

These are some quite tastefully decorated offices, through this door. Very feng shui. Administrative assistants are backing away from their desks, startled; there are voices raised in angry, questioning tones behind a pair of large, wooden doors.