Chapter 1295: Conscripted
The image of the Limitless Empire rising from the ashes like a vengeful phoenix left Zac shaken. Their resurrection would have extreme ramifications on integrated space. How would the factions who took their spot at the top of the food chain react? How would the System react? There was only one possible outcome: war and chaos.
If his hunch was true, was he the first to know? Zac doubted it. The peak factions would have noticed something in the ripples of fate. Esmeralda mentioned multiple Supremacies were lying in wait just outside the Left Imperial Expanse. Part of it was no doubt to protect their descendants or snatch the trial's supreme treasures as they were brought out.
Was there more to their presence?
"Let's say you're right. The Limitless Empire is cursed," Zac said. "How do you explain the people I ran into?"
There was no doubt in Zac's mind that the swordsman was a true imperial, no matter what Ventus said. If Zac's theories were right, they had likely joined the trial to ensure the ritual went off without a hitch. The Supremacies outside could be aiming to flush out the Limitless Empire's hidden remnants. This was their best chance at nipping the problem in the bud.
"I can't. It should be impossible," Ventus said helplessly. "Mind you, what little I know comes from my teacher. He's no expert on the subject, either. Master simply warned me after learning the trial was connected to the Limitless Empire. The taboos make divination fraught with danger.
"However, I know a conspiracy when I see one," the elf added. "We're all pawns in a big game, one that might be older than the System itself."
Zac sighed and dropped the subject. "I'm going to join Ogras and head for the Hollow Court. Is that alright with you?"
"Anywhere is fine, so long as I can stay in the eye of your storm. I'm allowed to follow my discretionary judgment until I receive a call to gather," Ventus said, pausing before continuing. "Of course, I'd have to ignore such a request if my movement was restricted."