Chapter 135: No reason
Nolan stood outside his villa, hands clasped behind him, the silvery light of the moon spilling across his gardens like a river of quicksilver.
From where he stood, high up in Silver Blade City, a twisting column of magical smoke rose in the air, it’s mist coalescing into an eerie scene of the tower far away on the distant isle.
Within that shimmering projection, shapes moved and fought — Calien, Erik, their two attendants, and Chief Varros — trapped inside the tense halls of that mysterious structure.
He studied the scene carefully, lips pressed into a thoughtful line as he observed their figures halting in mid-stride. Even at this safe distance, Nolan could feel a sense of unease humming through the ether.
In the tower itself, that unease had become palpable.
Calien, Erik, and their two attendants had all frozen at once, eyes wide and bodies tense as a strange sound began to reverberate through the stone halls. It started as a deep, distant rumble, like thunder stirring far away at sea, but then it grew, a guttural, almost bestial roar that sent a tremor through the entire structure.
The two attendants instantly drew closer to Calien and Erik, voices trembling as they whispered, "Young masters... we should go back. Please. This doesn’t feel right."
The first attendant’s hands were white-knuckled on the hilt of his short blade as he added in a voice barely above a breath, "There’s something up there — I can feel it. Something huge."
The second attendant nodded vigorously, eyes darting up toward the ceiling as though expecting it to cave in at any moment. "If we turn back now," he urged, "maybe we can make it out before it reaches us."