Chapter 121: Among Us
"Under attack?" Vivian glared at Woodman and Amos, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
The disciple’s sudden announcement had thrown a wrench into her expectations. She had envisioned a professional gathering of seasoned conspirators, individuals ready to meticulously plan and execute a decisive strike against the oppressive Empire of Elgard. Instead, she was faced with palpable anxiety and a general lack of preparedness.
Their performance disappointed her, and she scanned the room with unease, her gaze sweeping over every corner and every face, searching for any sign of weakness or deception.
"Which one of you secured this meeting location?" she demanded, her voice sharp and laced with impatience.
Amos and Woodman exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them before removing to Vivian.
"This is usually the disciples’ job, but I double-checked after them, as usual, along with Mr. Amos," Woodman explained, his tone defensive. He seemed eager to deflect any blame.
"Is this place secure? Fortified against Aura and Magic users?" she pressed, her questions sharp with urgency.
She needed assurances, concrete evidence that they weren’t walking into a trap. She knew that the Empire had eyes and ears everywhere, and any lapse in security could be catastrophic.
"It is. Only extreme brute force can breach it," Amos replied confidently, puffing out his chest slightly.
He was sure of his defensive formation, a complex arrangement of wards and enchantments designed to repel any magical or Aura-based assault. He had poured his heart and soul into its creation, and he believed it was impenetrable.
"Who knows the entry and exit routes?" she inquired.