How to approach a military camp without being spotted? That was Priam's question. The Revenants' fortifications were complete. The side opposite the Earl's army was protected - though less guarded. The camp floor had been hardened to prevent the Earl's moles from creating galleries to invade the Revenants' position. All in all, the Cult's officers had done an excellent job.
There were still two solutions: infiltration, taking advantage of the distractions offered by the start of the battle, or flying.
By night, he could have glided to the enemy camp using [Kinetic Control]. Unfortunately, the night would fall in nine days, and humanity would already have left the Reunion.
So Priam decided to wait for the battle to begin. With the help of the mist, he knew he could teleport into the enemy camp if he got close enough. By projecting his consciousness in a single direction, Priam could teleport almost a hundred ters away. The near-absence of wind and the omnipresence of natural fog on the Moon allowed him to consider this feat.
Unfortunately, a hundred ters was not enough. Pollution from the Depths had ravaged the forest. The nearest living trees that could have sheltered and camouflaged Priam were at the level of the Earl's army, two hundred ters from the Revenants' camp. On the other sides of Anatole's camp, the trees were dead and lying for kiloters.
In short, Priam had no way of approaching without being spotted except by summoning a huge sphere of opaque mist. A strange occurrence that would surely alert Anatole.
In the end, it was what Priam feared. If the master of the Cult decided to flee or hide his urn, Priam would miss out on great rewards. Not to ntion having one of his enemies free to continue plotting.
Worse still, Priam had promised rcury the urn. In exchange, the rchant had to find his family. His father, for example, was an old man, and Priam feared that the Tutorial and then the Reunion had tired his heart out. If he took too long to find him, his enemies would surely try to find his defenseless father to force Priam to obey.
So Priam was waiting for the battle to begin. The diversion would allow him to infiltrate the camp.
As the Earl's army finished preparing, Priam felt his breathing quicken. He was stressed. The battle was about to begin, and his Tribulations had never been so close. Priam had done all he could to grow stronger, but would it be enough?
"Calm down," Blueberry said. Priam turned back to the bear still accompanying him. "I can feel your fear and anxiety. Yes, we may die today. But it's that fear that keeps us going. It's that fear that tells us we're alive. Without it, without the possibility of failure, life wouldn't be as exciting. Have a little faith in yourself."
Opening his mouth to reply scathingly to the philosopher bear, Priam changed his mind. He was right. This fear was proof that he was alive. It was proof that he could fail. But fear wasn't despair; he could succeed too. He could survive, realize his potential and enjoy life.
Despite his positive thoughts, Priam could feel the stress paralyzing him. He would need ti to accept these truths. In the anti, this stress is bad.
Priam concentrated on Micro and instructed his body to slow down its production of adrenalin and cortisol. Before long, his hands stopped sweating, and his stomachache faded away. Better still, the absence of these hormones made him want to embrace the trials ahead. Over the next few hours, he would write his legend's second chapter. Or the final one.
"It's all in my hands, right? Thanks for the advice Blueberry."
"Bah... Fear is important to us wild creatures, but it should serve us, not dominate us. It's a good friend and a bad mistress, Priam. Don't let yourself be killed by becoming too reckless."
Priam laughed. "I promise. Is it , or are you getting strangely sentintal? I rember you trying to kill only a few hours ago."
The bear remained silent for a mont before replying. "My mories from before my ennoblent are... confused. But I rember the fear I had about n. That's why I attacked you when I was suffering. Yet I don't want to waste my intelligence by succumbing to that fear."
Blueberry hesitated before continuing. "Above all, I don't want to die here and beco an Abomination."
Priam squinted at his companion.
"I'm a bear, not a fox, but I'm not stupid. False humans are dangerous, no matter what the Earl thinks. I won't die here, a victim of the hubris of a lion who thinks himself a king."
"... You're talking about treason, Blueberry."
"Don't play that ga with , Priam. I know you a little and don't intend to fight the Earl. Precisely, I intend to obey him. That is, to survive by accompanying you, thus avoiding the trap of false humans. It's in your best interest because you'll need for the Spring."
[Bullet Ti]. Ti slowed for Priam, and he took a second to think. If Blueberry told the Earl about his suspicions, he would try to kill Priam. Priam could flee using mist, but Sphinx had no such power. Despite her strength, she lacked the Title to augnt this Tree of rit.
A second solution was to summon his spear and execute the Viscount on the spot. Priam had accumulated a super-powerful attack thanks to Sphinx. But this was his trump card for killing the Earl- or possibly Anatole, if he had a special technique to protect himself.
Priam cald down. The bear wasn't stupid and was holding out a perch for him. He deactivated [Bullet Ti] to avoid triggering a fifth Tribulation. He was very close to three hundred in Perception.
"Why on moon would I need you?"
"I know you want to use the Spring. If the Earl is occupied by the Revenants, you'll have no trouble defeating his guards, especially with Sphinx. But the Jubokko and the Earl have so kind of pact. It's not a very clever tree, but it won't let you steal its Spring."
"And you, as the Earl's confidant, could allow access, is that it?" guessed Priam.
"No. The Earl is paranoid, and no one can take more than a liter in the Spring without being attacked by the Jubokko."
Priam swore inwardly. He needed much more than that. Blueberry leaned toward him and whispered.
"But I know how to poison the tree..."
Blueberry's words were sweet to Priam's ears. He rembered the response of his doubles. Ultimately, the Poisoner may consu the Crimson Fruit.
"Now you interest , Blueberry..."
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