Chapter 382.2
Detecting the activation of foreign magic was an unparalleled feat, beyond the reach even of ancient tribes. But Alber was no ordinary being. Her existence had been dedicated solely to the study and mastery of magic, honing her intuition to unprecedented levels.
Summoning Sang-je, Alber waited expectantly, but he failed to materialize. Undeterred, she persisted, calling out repeatedly until the day waned into night, her brow damp with sweat, her body weary from the exertion. Yet, beneath her exhaustion, a sense of satisfaction lingered, a knowing smile gracing her lips.
The following day, Alber summoned the apparition once more. Sang-je appeared, but only briefly, casting a venomous glare before vanishing into the darkness.
The next day presented an opportunity. With Sang-je likely dismissive of any further magical triggers, Alber seized her chance. That night, she infiltrated the dreams of Rahan, the head of Muen.
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As the midnight hour drew near, soldiers from the Flake Kingdom spurred their steeds onward with urgency. Dispatched on the orders of their lord, they rode swiftly toward the Holy City, tasked with a clandestine mission before the king’s arrival. Their directive: to infiltrate the city ahead of the monarch’s procession and assess the internal situation.
As the lead rider tugged on the reins, signaling a gradual deceleration, the others followed suit, bringing their mounts to a halt.
“We’re nearing the Holy City. Dismount and secure the horses,” commanded their leader.
With practiced efficiency, the soldiers complied, swiftly removing saddles and reins to set their steeds free. Fearful of leaving the animals vulnerable to prowling predators if tethered, they opted to release them into the wild.