Chapter 143: House of Horrors
[Timeline: Year 2 of the Intermission]
[Location: The Ravine of Whispers – A Hidden Facility]
Time soon passed, and after helping the other elves escape, Lyra soon made her way to where the cultist directed.
However, upon getting there, she was shocked.
The ravine didn’t look like a military base, It looked like an open wound in the earth.
Hidden beneath a massive illusion barrier, one that shimmered like heat haze over the jagged rocks, lay a sprawling complex of tents and carved stone entrances.
Lyra lay flat on her stomach on the cliff edge, peering down through the grey mist.
Her [Nature Assimilation] was active. To the magical sensors sweeping the area, she was nothing more than a patch of moss.
’No guards,’ she noted, her violet eyes narrowing. ’Why are there no guards?’
The Twilight Association was paranoid. They usually had patrols every ten minutes. But here, the entrance was wide open.
A smell wafted up from the depths. It wasn’t the metallic tang of blood she was used to. It was the sharp, stinging scent of alchemy.
Formaldehyde. Sulfur. And beneath it all... the smell of rotting meat.