Chapter 137: A stressed out man
Chapter 137: A stressed out man
# Chapter: Beneath the Palace[Someone has recently attempted activation.]
Amon stared at the notification.
Recently.
That single word mattered.
"How recently?"
[Unable to determine exact time.]
[Estimated interval: Less than seven days.]
Amon’s expression hardened.
Seven days.
Someone inside the palace had approached the gate recently enough for the system to detect residual activation.
He looked toward the corridor behind him.
The Royal Guard commander remained near the chamber entrance.
Amon turned.
"Who has been below the palace this week?"
The commander frowned.
"Below?"
"Three hundred meters."
The man’s face changed.
That was answer enough.
Amon walked toward him.
"Who?"
The commander hesitated.
"His Majesty."
Amon stopped.
"The King went there?"
"Three nights ago."
"Alone?"
"No."
The commander lowered his voice.
"The Royal Formation Master accompanied him."
Amon’s eyes narrowed.
Three nights.
The same period during which the Night Crawler activity around the capital had intensified.
Possibly coincidence.
He no longer believed in coincidences.
"What happened when they returned?"
"Nothing."
Amon stared at him.
The commander corrected himself.
"Nothing publicly."
"Privately?"
The man looked uncomfortable.
"The King ordered the lowest underground levels sealed."
"Why?"
"I wasn’t told."
Amon’s voice became colder.
"You command the Royal Guard."
"Not every royal secret is entrusted to me."
"Then that’s your problem."
Amon walked past him.
"Take me to the King."
The commander followed.
"My lord, His Majesty may be..."
"I didn’t ask if he was available."
The man fell silent.
They moved upward through the palace.
Amon’s body continued repairing itself as he walked.
The broken ribs had already aligned.
The spatial damage remained.
Black cracks covered parts of his skin beneath the torn clothing.
The Fate Devouring Seed had become quiet again.
His remaining injuries barely registered compared to what he had learned.
A gate beneath the palace.
An attempted activation.
A creature network inside the kingdom.
And Ciara’s awakening.
Too many events converging at once.
That made Amon suspicious.
They reached the upper royal wing.
Guards stood outside a pair of large doors.
The commander approached.
"His Majesty is inside?"
One guard bowed.
"Yes, Commander."
"Who is with him?"
"The Royal Formation Master and Elder Voss."
Amon’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Convenient.
The commander looked toward him.
Amon walked forward.
One guard instinctively stepped into his path.
"Lord Moonstone, His Majesty is currently..."
Amon kept walking.
The guard moved aside.
The doors opened.
Conversation inside stopped immediately.
The King stood beside the large western map.
Elder Voss was near one wall.
The Royal Formation Master stood opposite him.
All three looked at Amon.
Blood covered him.
His clothes were torn.
Azrael remained in his hand.
The King recovered first.
"Lord Moonstone."