chapter 8

Silent like a lone wolf hunting down its prey, and small beads of perspiration covered his forehead. His eyes stayed sharp, not even daring to blink, as he watched the enemy camp from above a small hill. His eyes showed unwavering commitment to the task he was doing, even though his chances of survival were close to none. But he had to try to save her from Bathelomeo's clutches.

'Stay strong, Talia. Stay strong for the sake of our child.' The man silently prayed, with the veil of the night sky being his only cover. Below, the riverbank lay bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, casting long silvery shadows across the water. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze mingled with the distant murmur of the flowing river, creating a symphony of nature's nocturnal melody.

Stars twinkled overhead, scattered across the vast expanse of the night sky like diamonds strewn upon velvet. The moon, full and luminous, cast its ethereal light upon the landscape, illuminating every blade of grass and every ripple on the water's surface. The moon's presence revealed that the four seasons had already completed the cycle, and today was the moon festival.

The camp was situated in a strategic location, along a riverbank. Surrounding the camp were makeshift walls made of earth and timber, designed to fortify the perimeter and protect against intruders.

Inside the camp, a bustling scene of activity caught his eye. Tents made of animal hides dotted the landscape, housing soldiers, commanders, and their equipment. The largest tent likely belonged to the commanding officer, adorned with flags displaying the crest of Bathelomeo, the bandit lord.

The smell of wood smoke filled the air as fires crackled, where cooks prepared meals for the troops. Nearby, makeshift forges were set up for blacksmiths to repair weapons and armor or craft new ones.

In the center of the camp, there was a training ground where soldiers honed their skills with swords, shields, and spears. Bandits in shining armor could be seen practicing their jousting skills or engaging in mock battles to stay sharp.

Throughout the camp, he could hear the clang of metal as armorers worked, the neighing of horses stabled nearby, and the shouts of soldiers drilling or playing games to pass the time, all thanks to his unrivaled talent in body cultivation.

Outside the walls, scouts were posted, keeping watch for approaching enemies and reporting back to the camp with any news. And even in the distance, he could feel the huge amount of Arcanum gathering by the lord's tent.

Silently gulping and cursing the old gods, he bit his lip, trying to think of a way to enter the enemy's camp unnoticed. But all of the scenes he was conjuring within his mind all ended up in failure, so he kept pushing, searching for that one scene where he came out victorious, with his nose bleeding as a result of the huge amount of mental strain he was exerting on himself.

And just when he was about to give up and enter the enemy camp without a plan, a scene unfolded where he became victorious. That scene was not too complex, but instead, it was rather easy. All he had to do was hand himself over to Bathelomeo's men, and they would bring him right in front of his tent where he could invoke the Bandit's Gambit. The challenger publicly announces their intention to confront the current boss, issuing a challenge in front of the entire gang. This declaration must be made with confidence and conviction, as it is a direct challenge to the current leadership. The rules for the confrontation are straightforward: no outside interference is allowed, and the confrontation must be resolved between the challenger and the current boss alone. Weapons may be allowed or forbidden, depending on the preferences of the challenger and the boss. But the challenge can only be made by either a current member or a former member who still bears their markings, and luckily for him, he kept his.

But just as he was about to act, a soft voice spoke in his ear: 'Escalabus myo,' and he jolted up, his face soaked in sweat, and his breathing heavy. Looking around in panic, he noticed that he was still in his cave and the entrance had not yet been breached. After a few breaths, he was finally calm, and he laid back down.

'That damned voice, can't it just let me dream in peace?' he spoke in frustration.

'It will after you stop resisting it.' His eyes widened in surprise and horror as he stared at a hooded figure standing right in front of him, staring down at him. But what scared him was not the fact that his cave had been breached without him knowing, but instead, it was the voice, the voice of the figure looking down at him was eerily similar to the voice that kept haunting him in his dreams. Looking at the figure, a cold chill ran down his spine, and he subconsciously tried backing away, but soon enough his head met the rough wall of the cave. The figure quietly observed him without making a sound, and just when his head met the wall, it spoke up.

'Stop resisting, Voren. Stop and listen.' The figure spoke; its elusive soft voice echoed off the cave walls, and Voren confirmed that this was really the voice haunting him in his dreams.

Fear had completely taken over his body, and he simply froze and stared at the figure with wide eyes. 'I can't die, not without getting my revenge on you, Talia, and that bastard Bathelomeo. I can't die yet.' This was the only thought in his mind.

'You are listening, good. You will have to travel south all the way till you reach the Zebhannon, and once you arrive, travel to a town named Sif'ur, and there your destiny will unravel. Travel fast, and once you have arrived, you will know what to do, Voren, the Blackguard Avenger.'

With that, the hooded figure vanished right before his eyes, but the words spoken lingered. Despite his frozen state, a narcissistic smile crept up. 'I haven't been called that in a long time.'

...

A few days had gone by, Josh had already started to take Timothy with him to start investigating the bizarre case but for the past few days their search was not fruitful for they did not even possess a proper lead. Walking through the city both men seemed to be deep in thoughts and that is when the new city's escort voice rang out

" Esteemed traveller, welcome to Sif'ur city home to the renowned Sedna Knottingwell Decon of the high church and also the hometown of the founder of our kingdom King Nerodmaya Zaloz. So be happy and rejoice that you are standing in the holy grounds of Zebhannon !" The escort's voice spread far and wide. Timothy couldn't help but admire the amount of zeal the new escort had for this job unlike his old friend Jake, Jake had seemingly disappeared right after their farewells that day no one knew where he went or heard from him since that day. Timothy was worried about his friend but they had already said their goodbyes so he was guessing that Jake had also left for another city or village .

Turning his attention away from the escort he stole a glance at Josh who seemed extremely calm

"Hungry Moirai?" Josh asked as they passed by a quaint café, its weathered wooden sign creaking softly in the gentle breeze. The hunger Timothy didn't know he felt suddenly flared up with his stomach rumbling, answering with a nod they went back to the Cafe and the bell rang as they entered the building,Inside, the aroma of freshly ground coffee mingled with the scent of pastries, enveloping consumers in a comforting embrace. The café was adorned with flickering candlelight, casting a warm glow upon the worn but inviting furnishings.

Amidst the eclectic mix of tables and chairs, people from all walks of life gathered, their animated conversations weaving a tapestry of voices that filled the air. Low level nobles sipped tea delicately, their powdered wigs slightly askew as they discussed matters of politics and philosophy. Artists and writers huddled in corners, their quills scratching furiously against parchment as they captured the essence of the bustling café scene.

At one table, a group of merchants negotiated deals over cups of steaming coffee, their voices rising and falling in rhythm with the ebb and flow of the bustling café. Meanwhile, a pair of lovers whispered sweet nothings to each other in the dimly lit corner, their eyes sparkling with adoration. And Timothy stared at them with disgust before rolling his eyes and turning his attention to a single lady who sat alone drinking her coffee with eyes that seemed uninterested in everything around her. Her elegance transcended the passage of time. She was draped in layers of sumptuous silk and lace, the fabric cascading in gentle waves around her slender form. Her gown, adorned with intricate embroidery and delicate beadwork showcasing the designer's skills.

Her hair, a cascade of chestnut curls, tumbled effortlessly down her back, each strand seemingly touched by the flickering candlelight. A single jewel adorned her neck, catching the light and casting shimmering reflections across the room. To put it in simpler terms she was gorgeous, gorgeous enough to also capture the attention of josh who Timothy caught staring at the woman,

"It is rude to stare Mr Belling, that goes for you as well young man. " the lady spoke her voice had a calm dominance to it, it wasn't deep but neither was it soft. Timothy's eyes widened a bit when he heard the woman addressing them but before he could embarrass himself Josh spoke up

"Ms Amber, what a nice surprise to run into you hear it really is a small world won't you say?" Josh answered masking his frustration with a polite smile, the lady named amber placed her cup of coffee down and her nonchalant gaze moved to look directly at Timothy and Josh before she also gave a smile of her own

"No it is not Mr Belling I am actually here on official business you see the higher-ups are not impressed with your behavior and antics so they sent me here to relay a warning so if you can be polite and accept my good gesture of offering you a sit at my table...the both of you." Ms Amber gestured at the two empty chairs infront of her with her 'smile' on.

Seating infront of this woman made Timothy feel weird and not in the good sense of the word but the extreme sense. An invisible pressure filled the whole café and with a soft thud one by one the consumers hit the tables with their heads having lost consciousnes, Timothy's mouth opened up in fright forgetting that he was seating with a man who could do the same if not worse.

"Right, now that we got that out of the way our conversation may begin. Mr Belling I believe you are very familiar with me so I will introduce myself to Mr Moirai here. My name is Juliet Amber Grandmaster and also the high priestess of the Blood Goddess Lilith. " she stood up to perform a graceful bow and sat back down her nonchalant gaze reverting back to Josh who also had an unimpressed gaze of his own

"Can we get started ?" Josh asked but then he turned to look towards the bar where the owner is usually located, something had caught his perception but after a few breaths of nothing he turned around and slightly shook his head.

Juliet had her eyes on him and when he turned around she slightly raised her brow about to ask a question but she quietly observed and decided to avoid asking that question

"Josh I believe you know why I'm here?" She asked her voice still as de-attached as ever, Josh resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the question instead his hand moved to pinch the bridge of his nose avoiding direct eye contact with her

"If I did then you would not be here Ms Amber, so please enlighten us, tell us why you have decided to grace us with your presence?" Josh asked and for the first time since they arrived Juliet's nonchalant expression broke , her voice now contained a hint of anger as she spoke, unbridled fury shone in her eyes

"Damn you Belling always having to keep that cool and calm facade despite you knowing what kind of situation awaits you at the sanctum. Don't you care what happens to you? Your protégé, and speaking about that how could you take in a protégé at a time like this? Do you realize that you could be stripped off your rank and tittle, tell me Josh Belling do you want the entirety of the organization to turn their backs on you ?" Her eyes were now sharp and piercing, boring into Josh with intensity as she questioned his actions and decision,gesturing with her hands occasionally, emphasizing her points and adding to the intensity of her demeanor. What was supposed to be a conversation turned in an interrogation with a sense of urgency and seriousness, as juilet tried making it clear to Josh that his actions have serious consequences within their organization.

 "The organization? Juliet I do not care what they think or what they might do you want to know why ? Because I made it clear that I will not abide by their rules the very first time they recruited me because I wanted to be free, and you know what that old man did he took me in by force and made me live my life by your rules but that does not mean I never stopped searching for freedom that is why I devoted my life to climb up the ranks of the Brotherhood thinking that the more ranks and titles I collect I will earn my freedom but after countless years of trying to prove myself I finally had enough and then the Weavers revealed to me my destiny, Escalabus Rin do you know what Rin means in ancient fayek? RIN MEANS FREEDOM AND I WILL HAVE MY TRUE FREEDOM AND IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE THAT I AM PREPARED TO BEAR WITH WHATEVER WILL COME MY WAY BECAUSE MY PATH IS THE PATH OF FREEDOM ! So go juliet go and tell the old man that I will accept whatever punishment he will throw on me but he must remember that he was the one that told me that in order to achieve true freedom I have to server every thread that connects me to the 'source' and I will do just that that but at the same time I am also tasked with a difficult situation, in order to gain my freedom I first have to experience true and pure affection and then server it last only at the end of my journey where I slay Rev only then can my destiny be fulfilled, my Destiny Divine." Josh expressed a deep-seated resentment towards the organization vehemently declaring his defiance against their rules and control over his life, also emphasizing his relentless pursuit of freedom. Only if Timothy could hear what was being he would have coughed up blood staring directly at Josh, but sadly Josh had placed Timothy under an illusion right after juliet started started speaking so unbeknownst to him Josh had lost his composure .

Juliet stared at Josh wide eyed, her lips trembled but the words she wanted to say could not make it out but tears did, Josh stared at her sobbing his heart not even feeling a little pang by what had just happened.

Juliet sobbed for a short while then she fixed herself up and in MO time she was back to her old self, tilting to looking at Timothy she spoke up

"The enlightened one won't hear a word about this and for your own sake you better return home very fast .goodbye for now Josh and you too Mesa boy." With that Juliet stood up and started walking towards the door, her small back swaying left and right.

Josh did not look at her leave only the sound of her exit and the people's slow movement caught his eye,her powers were getting stranger and stranger everyday.

' The boy does not know how deep my lies go, but the organization was the only way I could get him to come with , doing everything by the organization's rules in order to buy his trust that I did but now juliet could have spoiled the whole thing.' Josh thought.

Deciding to end the illusion Timothy fainted when the illusion was upliftrd"bullocks, I completely forgot about that."