Chapter 142: Frequency Instability
A few days later, all new assassins were summoned to the great hall of portals, an immense circular space carved directly from the dark rock beneath the royal palace. The floor was inlaid with a series of complex symbols, glowing electric blue, while several large magical portals emitted a pulsating and disturbing light at the back of the room. The atmosphere vibrated with an almost palpable tension, charged with arcane energies and barely contained murderous intentions.
Mordred stood motionless among the other half-dragons, perfectly silent, his impassive gaze fixed on the draconic scientists and officers bustling around them. Behind this facade of icy indifference, his mind was already calculating each variable, each possibility, each flaw in the system he could exploit.
Finally, one of the mission leaders, an old dragon with midnight blue scales and a voice as rough as crushed gravel, announced:
- "You will be divided into pairs. Each duo will pass through a different portal to already established and secured dungeons. The humans you will encounter there are weak, inexperienced teams, easily neutralized. You must eliminate the entire human group upon arrival, without exception. Afterward, you will await our instructions via the collars."
He briefly consulted his list, his reptilian eyes glowing with a disturbing gleam, and added:
- "Mordred, you will be paired with Ygdrasyle."
Mordred slowly turned his head toward the designated man, his movement as fluid and controlled as that of a predator. Ygdrasyle was tall and slim, with an elongated but athletic body. He was calm, impassive, his fine, pale face framed by brilliant white hair that reached his shoulders. His silver gaze seemed to pierce through everything he looked at, impenetrable, mysterious, as if he could dissect the very soul of those he observed.
Ygdrasyle moved slowly toward Mordred, his gaze unfathomable but almost respectful:
- "So you’re Mordred. I’ve heard about your combat skills. Impressive."
Mordred nodded soberly, carefully observing this new partner, analyzing his gait, his posture, his aura:
- "And you, what’s your specialty?"