Chapter 230: The Hand That Touched
Dugel stepped ahead of the group, his pace quickening as he gestured toward a narrow path that wound between two jagged rock formations. His voice was smooth, practiced, the voice of a man who had led many travelers down many roads that ended in cages.
"This way. It’s a shortcut. The main road into Kaelthar is a half-day’s walk from here, but through these rocks, we can cut that time in half."
Heiji nodded eagerly, too eagerly, his eyes darting between Dugel and the path ahead.
"Y-Yeah! Way faster. We use it all the time."
Olnad fell into step beside Dugel, his expression calm, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. He glanced over his shoulder at Adam, his smile warm and reassuring.
"It’s a bit rough, but nothing your group can’t handle. You seem... capable."
Adam’s pace didn’t change. His crimson eyes swept over the narrow path, the way it twisted between the rocks, the way the shadows pooled in the crevices. His internal voice was dry, almost amused.
’A shortcut. Sure.’
Lilith’s fingers tightened on his arm, her mental voice brushing against his mind.
’They’re leading us somewhere. There are no structures ahead that register as a town.’
Adam’s lips curved into a faint smile.
’I know. Let’s see where they take us.’
Ignis, still bouncing ahead, squinted at the narrow path. Her flames flickered with curiosity.
"It looks dark in there. Will we be able to see?"
Dugel waved a dismissive hand. "There’s a clearing on the other side. Open sky. Trust me."
Isolde, walking at the rear, pulled her hood lower. Her voice was barely a whisper, meant only for Adam’s ears.
"They’re lying."
Adam glanced back at her, his expression unchanged.
"I know."
He turned forward again, his voice light, casual.
"Lead on, then. We’re in your hands."
Dugel’s smile widened. He exchanged a glance with Olnad—quick, barely perceptible, but Adam caught it.
’There it is,’ Adam thought, his internal voice cold. ’The look of predators who think they’ve cornered prey.’
They entered the path.
The rocks rose on either side, tall and jagged, blocking out the sun. Shadows pooled in the crevices, and the temperature dropped noticeably. The only sounds were the crunch of boots on stone and the soft rustle of Lilith’s gown.
Ignis’s flames flickered, casting dancing shadows across the walls.
"It’s creepy," she said, not sounding the least bit bothered. "I like it."
Dugel’s voice drifted back, light and easy, as if he were just making small talk.
"So, what brings you to Kaelthar? Business? Pleasure?"
Adam’s voice was smooth. "A little of both."
Olnad glanced back, his smile still in place. "You’ll find Kaelthar has... opportunities for both."
Lilith’s mental voice was amused.
’He’s probing.’
Adam’s response was mental, calm.
’Let him. The more they think they know, the more confident they’ll be.’
The path widened suddenly, opening into a circular clearing surrounded by rock walls. In the center, a few wooden buildings stood in various states of disrepair. A large fire pit, cold and ash-filled, dominated the center of the clearing. Around it, rough-hewn benches. And at the far end, a structure that looked more solid than the others—wooden walls, a heavy door, and a roof that didn’t sag.
Dugel stopped in the center of the clearing, turning to face them.
"This is our camp. We stop here to rest before the final push to Kaelthar."
Heiji nodded, his voice a little too fast. "Yeah! Rest. Good place to rest. Very safe."
Adam’s internal voice was flat.
’Rest. Sure. This is a trap.’
Isolde’s pale eyes swept the clearing, her body tensing beneath her cloak.
"There’s no one else here," she said quietly. "Where are your other... merchants?"
Olnad’s smile didn’t waver. "They’re in the city. We’re just the... advance party."
Lilith’s mental voice was sharp.
’They’re stalling.’
Adam stepped into the clearing, his posture relaxed, his hands loose at his sides. His crimson eyes swept over the buildings, the fire pit, the heavy door.
"Nice camp," he said, his voice light. "Very... secluded."
Dugel’s smile widened. "We like our privacy."
He gestured toward the larger building. "If you’d like to rest inside, there’s room. Beds. Food."
Ignis’s eyes lit up. "Food?!"
Lilith’s fingers tightened on Adam’s arm, a silent warning.
Adam’s voice was calm, unhurried.
"Actually, I’d like to see more of the camp first. Take a walk around. Stretch my legs."
Dugel’s expression flickered just for an instant before smoothing back into that oily smile.
"Of course. Take your time."
Olnad stepped forward. "I’ll accompany you. Show you the... sights."
Adam waved a dismissive hand. "No need. I’m sure it’s lovely."
He turned and walked toward the smaller buildings, his footsteps unhurried. Lilith fell into step beside him, her hand still on his arm. Ignis, confused but trusting, followed. Isolde stayed close behind, her pale eyes scanning the shadows.
Dugel watched them go, his smile fading. His voice dropped to a low murmur.
"He’s too calm. Why isn’t he afraid?"
Olnad’s expression tightened. His voice was barely audible.
"Because he doesn’t know what’s coming." He glanced at the heavy door of the larger building. "Get the men ready. Tell them to be quick and quiet."
Dugel nodded and slipped toward the building, his footsteps silent on the packed earth.
Adam continued his circuit of the camp, his ears straining. The sounds were faint, but his Hunter’s Tri-Sense caught them—muffled voices, the shuffle of feet, the soft clink of metal being readied.
’They’re gathering,’ he thought, his internal voice calm. ’Any moment now, they’ll spring their trap.’
Lilith’s mental voice was amused.
’Shall I strike first?’
Adam’s lips curved into a faint smile.
’Wait for my signal.’
Ignis, still oblivious, tilted her head. "Why are we walking around? I thought we were going to eat."
"Soon," Adam said quietly. "Very soon."
Isolde’s voice drifted from behind him, low and tight.
"They’re coming."
Adam stopped walking. He turned slowly, his crimson eyes fixed on the heavy door of the larger building.
"Let them."
The door burst open.
Men poured out—a dozen, maybe more, armed with swords, axes, clubs. Their faces were hard, their eyes cold, the faces of men who had done this before. They spread out, forming a loose semicircle around the group, cutting off any escape.
Dugel stepped forward, his smile no longer friendly. It was a predator’s grin now, sharp and hungry.
"You’ve been very cooperative," he said, his voice smooth. "I almost feel bad about this."
Adam’s expression didn’t change. His voice was calm, almost bored.
"Feel bad about what?"
Dugel’s smile widened. He gestured, and the men moved closer, their weapons gleaming in the dim light.
"This is the end of the road for you, friend." He glanced at Lilith, at Isolde, at Ignis. "But don’t worry. We’ll take good care of your women."
Heiji, standing at the edge of the semicircle, swallowed hard. His voice cracked.
"Maybe we should just let them go, Dugel. They saved our lives—"
Dugel’s head snapped toward him. "Shut up, Heiji." His voice was cold. "We’re committed now."
Olnad stepped forward, his expression calm, almost regretful.
"It’s nothing personal. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Adam’s lips curved into a slow, cold smile.
"You’re right about one thing," he said quietly. "This is the end of the road."
Dugel’s eyes narrowed. "What—"
Adam moved toward the building behind them. His fist slammed into the wooden wall, and the structure collapsed inward with a deafening crash. Dust exploded outward, and the men flinched, raising their arms to shield their faces.
When the dust cleared, Adam stood amidst the rubble, his crimson eyes blazing.
"This is the end of the road," he repeated, his voice carrying across the clearing, "for you."
For a moment, no one moved. Then Dugel’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding.
"Don’t panic! He’s just one man! The others are weak, focus on the red-haired girl first!"
Heiji’s face was pale, his hands trembling around the hilt of his sword. "Are you sure about this, Dugel? That man just punched a building into rubble!"
"Shut up and fight!" Dugel snarled.
Ignis’s flames flickered dangerously. Her golden eyes narrowed, and a slow, fierce grin spread across her face.
"Weak? Did he just call me weak?"
Lilith’s lips curved into a serene, chilling smile. Her threads stirred around her fingers, silver and white, catching the dim light.
"It seems we’ve been underestimated, Ignis. How... refreshing."
Isolde remained in the shadows, her hood still low, but her pale eyes gleamed with cold amusement. She made no move to attack, simply watching the bandits with the patient stillness of a predator who knew its prey had already lost.
Adam straightened amidst the rubble, dust sifting from his shoulders. His crimson eyes swept over the semicircle of armed men, and his voice was calm, almost bored.
"You really should have taken the warning."
The bandits shifted uneasily, their confidence crumbling. They had expected frightened travelers, easy prey. Not this.
Then a new voice cut through the tension—smooth, feminine, and carrying an edge of authority that made the bandits freeze.
"What is all this commotion?"
The bandits parted, shuffling aside to make room for the figure approaching from the far end of the clearing.
She was tall, her stride confident, her hips swaying with deliberate grace. Curves that seemed almost exaggerated, a narrow waist, and a gown of deep crimson that clung to her form like a second skin. Her hair was dark as midnight, cascading over her shoulders in waves that caught the light. Her eyes were the color of amber, sharp and calculating, sweeping over the scene with the practiced assessment of someone accustomed to command.
She stopped a few paces from the group, her gaze settling on Adam with cool interest.
"Lady Selena," Dugel stammered, his earlier bravado evaporating. "We didn’t expect you—"
"Clearly." Her voice was silk over steel. She raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking to the collapsed building, then to Adam’s horns, to the flames still licking at Ignis’s fingers. "You brought... interesting prey this time, Dugel."
Dugel swallowed hard. "They’re travelers, my lady. We thought—"
"You thought wrong." Selena’s voice sharpened. She took a step closer to Adam, her amber eyes studying him with open curiosity. "A man who punches buildings into rubble isn’t prey, Dugel. He’s a predator."
Adam’s expression didn’t change. He watched her approach, his crimson eyes meeting her gaze without flinching.
"And you are?"
Selena’s lips curved into a slow, confident smile. She placed a hand on her hip, the gesture accentuating her figure.
"Selena. I run this little... operation." She tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over Lilith, then Ignis, then lingering on Isolde’s cloaked form. "And you’ve caused quite a mess."
Ignis’s flames flared. "Your men attacked us first!"
Selena waved a dismissive hand. "Men are fools. They see a beautiful woman and their brains turn to mush." She glanced at Dugel, who had the decency to look ashamed. "I apologize for their... rudeness."
Adam’s voice was flat. "Apology accepted. Now call off your dogs, and we’ll be on our way."
Selena’s smile widened. "Oh, I don’t think so." She stepped closer, close enough that Adam could smell her perfume, jasmine and something darker, muskier. "You’ve destroyed my building. I think you owe me... compensation."
Lilith’s fingers tightened on Adam’s arm. Her mental voice was sharp.
’She’s dangerous, Adam. I don’t like the way she’s looking at you.’
Adam’s response was calm. ’Noted.’
His voice, aloud, was carefully neutral.
"What kind of compensation?"
Selena’s laugh was low, musical. She reached out, her finger tracing the edge of Adam’s collar.
"Let’s discuss it... privately."
Adam’s lips curved into a slow, cold smile. His crimson eyes, which had been calm, almost bored, suddenly sharpened with something dangerous.
"Sorry," he said, his voice soft, almost gentle, "but we don’t have time for that."
Selena’s amber eyes widened. Her confident smile faltered.
"Wha—"
Adam’s hand moved.
His fingers extended, nails elongating into dark, razor-sharp claws that gleamed in the dim light. He swept his hand across in a single, fluid arc too fast for the eye to follow.
The sound was wet. A sharp, tearing noise followed by a spray of crimson that painted the dusty ground.
Selena’s severed hand fell to the earth with a heavy, sickening thud. Her fingers, still adorned with rings, twitched once before going still. Blood gushed from the stump of her wrist, hot and relentless, soaking the sleeve of her crimson gown.
For a heartbeat, there was silence.
Then Selena screamed.
"AAAHHHH—MY HAND! MY HAND!"
She stumbled backward, clutching her bleeding stump, her face ashen, her amber eyes wide with shock and agony. The bandits stared, frozen, their weapons hanging uselessly at their sides.
Adam lowered his hand, claws retracting, blood dripping from his fingertips. His expression was calm, almost bored.
"You touched me without permission," he said flatly. "Consider that your warning."
Selena’s scream faded into ragged, gasping sobs. She dropped to her knees, her body trembling, her blood pooling beneath her.
Dugel’s face was white, his earlier bravado completely shattered. His voice cracked.
"Y-You... you cut off her hand... do you have any idea who she is?!"
Adam’s crimson eyes shifted to him.
"No. And I don’t care."