Chapter 47 Arkanum Veritas (8)
It has been three days since Rinoa not reported any progress.
In the Tower of Covenant, an unnamed room beneath the Hall of the Council of Gaia, whispers filled the shadows. Rinoa's name was mentioned silently—in glyph language, in circular patterns, in tones of disbelief.
"She has failed," said Marquess, his voice reflecting despair. In the howling wind, there was a restless movement in the air, as if waiting for an answer that would never come.
"Not failed," Darius replied quietly, his tone tense, as if recalling a battle once won. "She stopped." His heart raced, uncertainty gripping him.
"What's the difference?"
No one answered. But in another room, far from the meeting, a group of individuals had gathered. They were not wearing the official insignia of Gaia. Their faces were concealed by symbols of identity-erasing magic; their aura radiated an inescapable threat.
They were known as Vigilants Nullis.
They were not executioners. They erase. Not just lives—but existence itself. No memories, no graves, no recollection; only a haunting silence accompanied each of their actions.
Their leader is known as Sister Mirea, an elderly woman with a voice like the whisper of a winter wind. Every word she speaks trembles the air; her eyes are blind. Yet, she sees through the glyph embedded in her own tongue, probing the minds of others with an unpredictable power.
Near the Arkanum Veritas headquarters
Rinoa feels an odd spasm in her chest. Something in the night aether feels... twisted; dark power creeping through her veins. The air does not vibrate with the usual mana but with... nothingness that binds her in fear. Her eyes sweep across the sky, the clamor of unease filling her mind.