Chapter 135 - Connections - I
The night sky was sealed by thick black clouds. There was no moonlight only solid darkness pressing down upon the world. But among the clouds, a figure walked. Each step left behind a shimmering trail of phosphorescent blue light, as if the sky itself were a mirror of water reacting to their presence.
A long cloak fluttered in the wind, yet the figure’s face remained entirely hidden, swallowed by shadows. Above them, distant thunder rumbled like drums announcing something terrible. And then, two presences appeared hovering softly at the edge of the nearest cloud, their shapes blurred by mist and shadow.
"The initial plan is complete," said one of the voices, cold as the edge of a blade. "The Orcs were wiped out. Five targeted battalions... eliminated."
The figure among the clouds stopped walking. The blue footprints hovered for a few more seconds before fading into the air.
"Caim Vanadius Bellator is still trapped inside the modified dungeon," said the second presence. "But not for long. Adriel... is already intervening. As expected. He’ll be a nuisance and should be eliminated the first chance we get."
"And the son of Ragg, the Grand Lord of Karak?" asked the entity.
"Gravely wounded. Off the board for at least a year."
"Elves and humans?" asked the unmoving figure, their voice echoing like a whisper laced with thunder.
"They didn’t fall. The trap was ignored. On top of that, the plan involving the Beastkin was completely nullified. That damned orc Kargath was wandering the Beastkin lands and entered the dungeon on sheer instinct. Our schemes didn’t even graze him."
A heavy silence followed. Then came the question, hovering like a blade on the verge of falling:
"And what about the anomaly with three affinities?"