Chapter 1117
Chaos was where Everheart thrived. That was why he did his best to foment more of it. Though of course, he didn’t want continual chaos. He was only one man. Sometimes thousands or more of one man, but the point was that he did need some downtime. There were all sorts of things he needed to do with all the resources he picked up, after all.
Zaur Beridze’s death was something he had been prepared for, unlike Sudin. Thus, he had been on site shortly after, running into the area about the time the Scarlet Alliance was running away. And they left behind so much of value.
Everheart was annoyed they had apparently destroyed most of the Citadel itself. He hadn’t actually been close enough to tell what they were doing until after he was certain Zaur was quite dead. Was it technically the correct choice? Probably. Even if the chance was low that Zaur could somehow revive himself from shattered remains of the Citadel it wasn’t nothing. Though it would have been once Everheart got his hands on it.
But in the shattered remains of the Citadel’s core planet, they left behind a perfectly good chunk of Worldheart. Maybe they didn’t think it would fit in their ship. But it wasn’t like leaving that behind would save a planet that had been turned inside out. The planet was dead, so regardless of their morals it was now just material.
He dug through the rubble of the planet and swept up any books he could. Most likely they were things he already had, but duplicates didn’t hurt. And there could be a few things. Zaur’s personal notes were likely on the man himself, and his real body had been attacking the Alliance. They probably wouldn’t survive his death, but the man might have stolen some useful details to teach his sect.
Then there was Rahayu. The man didn’t speak much, but when he volunteered to do something Everheart knew there was a good reason. His reasons this time were clear enough- if it wasn’t Chikere, what else could it be? It would have been to retrieve her sword, if she had one. But somehow she’d transcended that. Everheart had no personal investment in using his blood as a weapon, and he didn’t have enough devotion to any weapon path to replicate the same thing.
“It’s a shame when the apprentice dies before the master, isn’t it?” Everheart commented.
Rahayu shrugged.
Rather than uncaring callousness, Everheart chose to interpret the man’s actions differently. Perhaps it was that Chikere had no longer been his apprentice for centuries. And that sword cultivators of their type didn’t seem to care about death in the same manner. Everheart didn’t really get it, but they seemed to see dying in battle as somehow both inevitable and correct.