Chapter 132: A Day Ago
Chapter 132: A Day Ago
Amon did not move.The stranger remained several hundred meters away.
Black robes shifted slightly despite the complete absence of wind inside the Dead Expanse.
Gray hair.
Royal crest.
Human appearance.
Black eyes.
Amon’s Danger Sense continued screaming.
Not at the wall.
Not at whatever remained sealed behind it.
At the man.
"You’ve been waiting eleven years for me."
Amon repeated the words silently in his mind.
Eleven years ago, the previous king entered the Dead Expanse.
He returned alone.
Three months later he abdicated.
One year after that he disappeared.
Amon studied the stranger’s face.
Older.
Thinner than the portraits he remembered seeing inside the capital.
But recognizable.
King Alaric Veyne.
Former ruler of the Veyne Kingdom.
Amon tightened his grip on Azrael.
The man noticed.
A faint smile appeared.
"You recognized me."
Amon remained silent.
Alaric looked toward the wall.
"Good."
He slowly raised both hands.
Empty.
"I know what they told you."
No response.
"Do not answer the wall."
Alaric tapped one finger against his throat.
"Do not speak your name."
He looked at Amon again.
"Do not acknowledge anything that calls you."
Amon’s expression remained unchanged.
The former king smiled.
"Those rules don’t apply to me."
That did not make Amon more willing to speak.
Alaric seemed to understand.
He reached beneath his robes.
Azrael moved instantly.
The blade pointed toward his heart.
Alaric stopped.
Then slowly pulled out a small metal disc.
He threw it.
The object landed halfway between them.
Amon did not approach.
The disc activated.
A pale barrier expanded.
Not around Amon.
Around the space between them.
The Fate Devouring Seed reacted.
[Isolated communication field detected.]
[Foreign observation interference reduced.]
[Verbal recognition risk: Minimal.]
Amon looked at the barrier.
Then at Alaric.
"Minimal isn’t zero."
Alaric’s smile widened.
"You’re cautious."
"You look disappointed."
"No."
The former king stepped inside the barrier.
"I’m relieved."
Amon remained outside.
Alaric waited.
Amon activated Seal Recognition.
The field around the disc became clear.
Three layers.
One blocked sound.
One disrupted spiritual perception.
The final layer severed external fate observation.
Crude compared to his Fate Concealment.
But effective.
No hidden opening.
No visible trap.
Amon stepped inside.
The barrier closed around them.
Immediately the pressure from the wall weakened.
Alaric exhaled.
"You have no idea how long I have wanted to have a conversation without that thing listening."
Amon stared at him.
"You said you were waiting for me."