Chapter 46: A Guardian of ZENTHRA! II
Chapter 46: A Guardian of ZENTHRA! II
With two sleek matte black and purple cases in hand, Damian headed toward the Trial Guardian Rooms where Guardian Flameborn had pointed.Noticing his urgency, Lyra Veyrin raised a brow, whispering as she walked beside him in the same direction.
"Why are you in such a hurry? We have got 30 minutes, and everything in those cases is going to be the norm for you from now on. You are a Trial Guardian for ZENTHRA now, and knowing your little fox...likely a genuine Guardian soon enough."
She was nudging him to slow down and savor the moment, but he simply shook his head and replied calmly.
"They’ll be the norm later—but for now, they’re still new to me. So I’m going to enjoy them."
...!
He arrived before a wide door built to accommodate both Beast Masters and even slightly larger beasts. A fingerprint reader sat on its handle. As he grasped it, the system scanned and registered his prints within seconds—then the door slid open.
Inside, the Trial Guardian Room was a seamless blend of luxury and high-function utility.
Each chamber was spacious, the floor made of obsidian marble streaked with silver veins, and the walls embedded with softly pulsing aether circuitry. In the center, a levitating bed sculpted from memory-forged crystal hovered—adaptive to the user’s physique.
Holoscreens and mission terminals lined the walls, accompanied by a remote to change channels at will.
A private meditation alcove, infused with elemental harmonizers, offered peace between battles. Reinforced glass panels showcased a sweeping view of the cityscape below from the 150th floor of the ZENTHRA Beast Corporation.
It was unique, but Damian spared it only a glance as he stepped in, placed the cases down, and left the door slightly ajar. Tapping his earpiece, he spoke.
"I want to try the Natural Nanotech Blood Serums you mentioned. Right now."
...!
They had 30 minutes until the Entropic Rift Dive debriefing.
Thirty minutes.
That was enough time for Damian to accomplish a lot.
He was direct, and through the earpiece came...
"Okay."
Anastasia’s confirmation. Damian immediately set the cases down and sent a silent message to Kitsuul perched on his shoulders. Together, they vanished entirely.
Through the slightly open door, he slipped out just before it sealed and locked behind him.
He breathed evenly.
He was covert again, scanning the surroundings—yet not a single sensor detected him as he began speaking aloud.
"Talk to me."
There wasn’t even a whisper. The more he communicated with Kitsuul, the more he realized—when she veiled him, it wasn’t just sight or aura. Even sound was sealed.
Even if he screamed, no one would hear. His steps were always silent. His heartbeat would never be heard, no matter how loud it was!
This...was the capability of Kitsuul!
From the other end, Anastasia’s voice echoed crisply.
"The Drunken Butcher logged his spoils into the 125th Floor, named the ZENTHRA Storage Vault. It’s something he consumed himself, so it should work extremely well for you. I’ve gained enough authority to bypass the elevator security, and even unlock the doors to restricted vaults."
Her words were a marvel. Damian nodded as he moved toward the elevator, still invisible, watching Guardian Flameborn, other Trial Guardians, and ZENTHRA employees moving busily.
He even glanced into the room where he’d retrieved the matte black cases, tempted to take its contents while unseen. But the risk was too high—with all the cameras and people who could see a case suddenly go invisible, it was best to hold off. For now, he’d test the security of the lower 125th floor.
Lower floor...so there should be lower security, right?
He slipped past everyone. Little Kitsuul’s six silver tails wagged playfully—still not a single soul could see or sense them.
As if on cue, the elevator opened just as he arrived, the 125th floor already lit—without him pressing anything.
The level of access was insane. He couldn’t help but admire the capabilities that Anastasia continued to display.
"Their security won’t catch you with this much access?" he asked. "I don’t want you exposed if anything goes sideways."
Her voice remained composed.
"I’m not entering as an intruder or external threat—but as an authorized ZENTHRA user. There’s always a risk, but I’ve taken every precaution."
Damian nodded slightly, thinking ahead as the elevator descended into the 125th floor—an isolated domain.
Once again, Anastasia’s voice met him as the doors opened.
"The 125th Floor... this is the ZENTHRA Storage Vault. Not just inventory—it’s a vault that holds power, potential, and secrets. The air’s pressurized, temperature-controlled, and protected by anti-phase locks. The fact you’re walking in undetected right now... proves Kitsuul’s abilities are more terrifying than I imagined."
...!
Unaffected by temperature, pressure, and motion sensors.
Damian gently patted Kitsuul, her tails fluttering in joy.
"On their servers, I saw full aisles of rare Beast Resources, each sealed in stasis crates. Cases lined the vault walls—Beast Master Reinforced Suits, not like your standard-issue whites. These are prototypes—adaptive, sentient-threaded, and enhanced. What you want is on the right side, under Bio-Enhancement Tier IV."
The 125th Floor looked like a massive warehouse—chrome shelving stretching toward the ceiling, dim violet lighting casting eerie glows, and humming security drones above. Damian followed glowing floor conduits past rows of crates to a sub-section labeled Bio-Enhancement Tier IV.
There, locked in cryo-crates, lay the Natural Nanotech Blood Serums—sealed in obsidian vials.
Through transparent display panels, he saw the golden fluid shimmer. His silver-lit eyes burned brighter with anticipation as even he could feel as if his very blood and being wanted that golden colored liquid.
"I’ll disable the drone cameras in five seconds," Anastasia said. "That’ll give you a 30-second window to grab what you can. We’ll stash them and get you back before your debriefing. Ready?"
She was likely at her terminal, poised to act.
And Damian was already in motion, eyes locked on several matte black cases labeled with unique codenames—targets he wanted.
"They’ll notice the drop in inventory when systems reset," Anastasia added. "We need to move—now."
WUU!
He got the go.
And Damian moved.