Under the blood moon.
A group of shadow figures, blending into the night, swiftly flew from the foggy mountains, silently approaching the Monastery under the shadow of the clouds.
Whoosh—
Within a few breaths, those figures had crossed several hundred ters, stopping a hundred ters before the Monastery.
The leading figure took out a Purple Crystal Badge engraved with complex patterns from their bosom, lifting it high. A dim glow with a three-ter diater emanated from it.
Holding the badge, they stealthily advanced with caution, step by step, finally passing through a semi-transparent barrier without a sound... without triggering any alarms!
Seeing this scene, those hiding in the shadows breathed a heavy sigh of relief, their confidence bolstered.
They quickly followed, slowly sneaking under the cover of the glow, successfully passing through the Monastery’s alert barrier.
Perhaps feeling that their actions had gone too smoothly, a scornful laugh echoed from within the shadows.
"Pfft! Is this all?"
The tallest figure among them snorted and mocked, "Hah, is this the Mist Monastery that has terrified you all for so long? It’s nothing!"
The surrounding people frowned at him, but no one spoke up to refute his words. It was, in fact, the thought in their hearts as well.
Such negligence in vigilance truly does a disservice to its notorious reputation in the Dark Domain.
What heresy terminus?
But just as the burly man was basking in his arrogance, a sinister voice tauntingly replied:
"Then why don’t you go through the main gate, use your loud voice to wake everyone up, hold them off on your own, while we use this opportunity to rescue her. Why don’t you go? Are you afraid?"
"What did you say!? Who said that?"
The burly man grew angry and was about to lash out and teach that person a lesson regardless of the setting.
"Enough! Stop arguing and be quiet!"
Though a silent barrier was in place, excessive noise might attract the attention of the experts within the Monastery.
The leading figure, a Dark Elf who appeared to have stepped into middle age, with a ticulously trimd goatee and deep eyes full of wisdom, intervened to calm them.
"Do not let your guard down. This is only the first step. Only when Svanni is truly rescued will we be successful."
After he spoke, another voice chid in. A female Dark Elf, with a sowhat kind deanor, tried to shift the topic:
"Speaking of which, though the Northern Witch’s items are pricey, their effectiveness is reliable, it actually works..."
But before her exclamation could completely fade, a crack appeared on the Purple Crystal Badge, and before anyone could react, it shattered rapidly.
Click!
The burly man’s expression froze, and he couldn’t help but complain: "Ugh! It’s all because of you..."
"Shut your mouth."
A raspy, aged female voice sounded, calmly reprimanding, causing the burly man’s expression to tense as he looked behind him.
"Lord Zula..."
The elderly-appearing Dark Elf, face serious, lightly tapped the staff in her hand.
"The Northern Witch’s badge has failed, we will inevitably alert those within the Monastery upon leaving."
"We have no retreat now. Only after rescuing Svanni and leaving with her will we have our only chance."
"Keep silent, speak less nonsense. This mission allows only success, not failure!"
"This is our only chance."
The group fell silent, feeling the deadly pressure falling back upon their shoulders.
Only success is permissible, failure is not!
Amidst the oppression, a confused sigh floated in the wind.
"But even if we rescue her, what’s the point? A freak who only knows how to study taboos..."
No one answered this question.
And no answer was needed.
They had bet wrong before, the new Patriarch’s reckoning had begun, and they were on the list of those who stood with the wrong side.
No one could escape Moore Clan’s relentless pursuit for centuries, never-ending hunts.
Even if they now had five Legendary warriors among them, it made no difference.
Certain death awaited them!
Their only way out now was singular.
That was to raise a new banner to divert attention, and in the anti, rally others facing reckoning to counter and seize power to get a chance at turning the situation around and surviving.
As for what fate awaited the banner they pushed forward... what did it matter to them?
If obedient, it would rely be a puppet to support continuously.
If disobedient... they’d switch to a new one.
After all, it only needed a na to represent the bloodline.
At worst, they’d confine and restrain her, have her birth a successor, then dispose of her.
That wasn’t difficult.
After a quarrel, the group cald down, began to move silently, quickly scaling the high walls into the Monastery.
With a pre-prepared map, they cautiously bypassed layers of alerts, swiftly reaching the prison where Svanni was held.
Creaaak...
Over twenty figures pushed through the door one after another, not alerting anyone, smoothly entering the Third Commandnt Hall.
However, they overlooked one thing, only being wary of surrounding sights, forgetting to look up.
Just as they smoothly entered the Third Commandnt Hall, a tall figure clad in a pure white hood stood atop the highest point of the Monastery’s Bell Tower.
Bathed in the crimson moonlight, with deep eyes, he quietly observed their every move, analyzing their identities.
After they all entered, he opened the blank notebook he held and began writing with a charcoal pen.
"The irritable madman, the calm Wise Man, the kind-hearted one, the steadfast severe figure, and the man who never spoke... I know what scene this is now."
"All actors have taken their places."
"The show is about to begin."
Herbert nodded in satisfaction, turned to a new page, and briskly began writing with the charcoal pen.
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
.
.
"What’s going on!?"
The goateed "Wise Man" frowned tightly, looking around the maze, realizing only four similarly bewildered and tense subordinates were beside him, with the other Legendary figures nowhere to be seen.
"Where did the others go?"
"Have our movents been discovered? Or is this just a feature of the Endless Maze?"
The "Wise Man" pondered cautiously, observing his surroundings, noticing only a plain door in front of him.
Where does that lead?
"..."
He fell silent for a mont, shaking his head helplessly.
They thought they were hidden impeccably, never expecting to be discovered.
Just that, for so reason, the opponent didn’t attack directly, instead intentionally separating them.
Is it intended to toy with us?
Or....
But whatever the case, in the current situation, there was no choice but to cooperate.
"...Ha!"
The "Wise Man" sighed deeply, his gaze gradually resolute: "I don’t know who you are, but don’t think your plan will succeed so easily!"
...
"Though wise n at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night."
...
Taking a deep breath, he strode towards the door, pushing it open with determination and decisiveness.
Do not underestimate a Legendary’s will to survive!
Then...
The "Wise Man" saw a gigantic Molten Rock Ball hurling towards his face.
Simultaneously, a haunting, eerie chuckle echoed by his ears.
"Hehe~"
"You’re finally here..."
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