Chapter 136: Chapter 135: Ambush at First Pass
By the ti the sun reached its zenith, the Imperial City had already begun to dissolve into distance.
What had once towered behind them in gold and marble grandeur was now little more than a fading silhouette pressed against the horizon, its gleaming dos reduced to indistinct shapes, its towering walls swallowed by the vastness of the land. The noise of its streets, the layered authority of its noble districts, and the invisible currents of power that flowed through its heart—all of it receded into mory with every turn of the carriage wheels.
Ahead lay sothing entirely different.
The northern mountain road stretched forward like a coiled serpent of stone, winding through steep cliffs that rose like jagged teeth on either side. Dense pine forests clung stubbornly to the slopes, their dark green canopies swaying under the pressure of cold, unrelenting wind that descended from higher elevations. The air grew sharper the further they traveled, thinner and cleaner, yet carrying with it a quiet sense of isolation that made the absence of civilization more apparent with every passing mile.
The academy convoy advanced steadily along this path.
Two reinforced carriages led the formation, their sturdy fras designed to endure both terrain and attack. Behind them followed three supply wagons, their contents secured tightly beneath reinforced coverings. Eight guards moved alongside and around the convoy, maintaining formation with practiced discipline, while two instructors oversaw the group with asured vigilance. Among them were several younger students, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and unease, their understanding of danger still incomplete.
And then there was Aether.
Seated within the lead carriage, he appeared calm to any observer who might glance his way. His posture was relaxed, his eyes half-closed, his breathing steady and unremarkable. To most, he seed as though he were resting—perhaps conserving energy for the journey ahead.
But Aether was not resting.
He was counting.
Not numbers, but patterns.
The faint, rhythmic pulse of the Heaven Eye artifact beneath his clothing resonated softly against his chest, each subtle vibration carrying with it fragnts of information. It was not a warning in the conventional sense, not a direct signal of imminent danger. Instead, it provided sothing far more valuable.
Awareness.
Movent.
Observation.
Invisible threads woven into the environnt revealed themselves in fragnts—disruptions too subtle for ordinary senses, yet impossible to ignore once noticed. The artifact did not show him enemies. It revealed intent.
And that intent was everywhere.
Soone had prepared this route.
The realization did not co with alarm, nor did it provoke anxiety. Instead, it settled into Aether’s mind with quiet certainty, becoming just another variable to account for.
Outside the carriage, Instructor Rowan guided his mount alongside the lead vehicle. His posture remained upright, his gaze scanning the road ahead, but his attention flickered occasionally toward the interior of the carriage. After several minutes of silence, he spoke.
"You’ve been quiet since we left the city," Rowan remarked, his tone casual but edged with curiosity. "Most students either talk too much or panic when they realize how far we are from protection. You do neither."
Aether did not open his eyes.
"I’m listening," he replied.
Rowan frowned slightly.
"To what exactly?" he pressed, his gaze drifting instinctively toward the surrounding cliffs and forest.
Aether’s voice remained even.
"The road."
For a mont, Rowan said nothing.
Then his expression shifted—subtle, but unmistakable—as he turned his attention forward once more, his instincts sharpening without conscious thought. He did not fully understand what Aether ant, but sothing in the boy’s tone carried enough certainty to unsettle him.
The convoy continued onward.
By mid-afternoon, they approached the first major constriction along the route—a section of the mountain path known for its narrow passage and unstable terrain. The cliffs rose higher here, their surfaces cracked and weathered by ti, while the road itself narrowed to the point where only two wagons could pass side by side with minimal clearance. Loose stones littered the upper ridges, and the skeletal remains of old, fallen trees clung precariously to the edges, their roots exposed where the earth had eroded away.
It was the kind of place where accidents happened.
Naturally.
And unnaturally.
Inside the carriage, Aether’s eyes opened.
"Stop the rear wagon," he said.
Rowan blinked, montarily caught off guard.
"What?" he asked, turning his head sharply toward the carriage.
"Now," Aether repeated, his voice unchanged, yet carrying a weight that left no room for hesitation.
Rowan did not question further.
"Rear wagon, halt!" he shouted imdiately, his command cutting through the convoy like a blade.
The formation slowed abruptly. Guards turned in confusion, drivers pulled reins tight, and the wagons ground to a halt along the narrow path.
For a fraction of a second, nothing happened.
Then the mountain roared.
A thunderous crack split the air above them, echoing through the cliffs with violent force. The sound was followed instantly by a cascade of movent—massive boulders tearing free from the upper ridge, their descent unstoppable as gravity claid them.
The rockslide fell toward the rear of the convoy.
Enormous chunks of stone crashed downward, smashing against the road with explosive force. Dust erupted into the air, choking visibility as the ground trembled beneath the impact. Fragnts scattered outward, striking the sides of wagons and skidding across the stone surface.
Students scread.
Horses reared and pulled against their harnesses in panic.
Guards shouted, so instinctively moving forward, others stepping back, their formation breaking in confusion.
Rowan’s eyes widened.
If they had not stopped—
The rear wagon would have been directly beneath the falling debris.
Crushed without warning.
Before the dust had even begun to settle, Aether stepped out of the carriage.
His movents were calm, precise, entirely unaffected by the chaos unfolding around him.
"Stabilize the horses," he ordered, his voice cutting cleanly through the noise. "Pull the students to the left side. Do not cluster. Maintain spacing."
The commands ca rapidly, each one direct and unambiguous.
And, without realizing why, everyone obeyed.
Guards moved to restrain panicking animals. Students were guided away from the imdiate danger zone. The formation began to recover—not through coordinated planning, but through instinctive response to Aether’s direction.
Then ca the second trigger.
From beyond the ridge, deep within the forest, a chorus of savage howls tore through the air.
The sound carried intent.
Not hunger.
Not territory.
Attack.
Branches snapped violently as sothing large forced its way through the undergrowth. Monts later, the source revealed itself.
A pack of Ironfang Ravagers burst from the treeline.
Their forms were massive—twice the size of ordinary wolves—with bodies reinforced by jagged, stone-like plating that ran along their backs. Crimson eyes burned with unnatural aggression, and their jaws dripped with foam as they charged forward in coordinated motion.
Six of them.
Too organized.
Too direct.
This was no natural encounter.
They had been driven here.
The timing made it clear.
The rockslide had been a distraction.
The real attack was now.
Panic spread again.
One of the younger students stumbled backward, nearly falling. A horse snapped part of its harness and tried to bolt, only to be restrained by two struggling guards. Others hesitated, unsure whether to engage or defend.
"Form a defensive line!" Rowan shouted, drawing his weapon as he moved to intercept.
But it was already too late for proper formation.
The attack had co too fast.
Too precisely.
"I’ll handle the front," Aether said.
Rowan turned sharply toward him.
"These are level-three mutants!" he warned.
Aether’s expression did not change.
"Then watch carefully."
The Ravagers lunged.
Three at once, their bodies moving with terrifying speed as they closed the distance.
Aether did not move imdiately.
Instead, he spoke one word.
"Condense."
The Fla Sovereign Pup appeared in a burst of red-gold light, its small form landing beside him with a low, controlled flare of fire. Its eyes burned with focused intensity as it inhaled deeply.
Then it released.
A narrow beam of fla shot forward—not wide, not explosive, but compressed into a concentrated spear of heat. The air itself warped around it as it pierced through the lead Ravager’s skull.
The beast died instantly.
Its body collapsed mid-motion, sliding across the stone road.
For a brief mont, everything paused.
The guards stared.
That attack—
It was far beyond what they had expected from a student’s contracted beast.
But there was no ti to process.
Another Ravager leapt from the side.
The Spirit Fairy appeared above Aether, its glow intensifying as it released a gentle cascade of energy. The effect was imdiate.
Aether’s perception sharpened.
Ti seed to stretch.
He stepped aside by the smallest margin—just enough.
The Ravager missed.
Its claws struck empty air as it crashed past him.
The Fla Sovereign Pup spun, its body twisting with controlled montum as it slamd a fla-wreathed paw into the beast’s ribs.
The impact shattered bone.
The Ravager was thrown sideways, its body crumpling against the ground.
Two more broke toward the wagons.
Before they could reach their targets, sothing unseen shifted.
The Fallen Succubus acted.
She did not reveal herself fully, nor did she take direct form. Instead, invisible threads of influence spread across the battlefield, weaving through the minds of the charging beasts.
Their perception twisted.
Targets blurred.
Shadows multiplied.
They lunged—at nothing.
Claws struck empty space.
Teeth snapped at illusions.
That mont of confusion was enough.
The guards recovered.
Spears thrust forward, finding openings in exposed throats and joints.
Blood spilled.
The formation stabilized.
Rowan watched it all unfold with growing realization.
Aether had not just fought.
He had taken control.
Before orders could be organized.
Before panic could settle.
Before anyone else could react.
And then—
The forest grew quiet.
A deeper sound followed.
A low, resonant growl that carried weight.
The Alpha erged.
Larger than the others, its body bore scars that spoke of countless battles. Jagged, horn-like bone protrusions jutted from its head, and its aura pressed outward with oppressive force.
Level Three Peak.
It charged directly at Aether.
The ground cracked beneath its claws.
Rowan moved instinctively.
"I’ll assist—"
"Stay back," Aether said.
Sothing in his voice halted Rowan mid-step.
Everything aligned.
The Spirit Fairy’s light intensified.
The Succubus’s influence distorted timing.
The Pup’s flas condensed into blinding intensity.
Aether stepped forward.
Once.
The Alpha lunged.
But its perception faltered—just enough.
Its strike missed by inches.
"Now."
The Pup launched upward.
Its body spun, claws igniting as it carved across the Alpha’s neck. A second burst of compressed fla followed, driving deep into the wound.
The beast collapsed.
Dead before it hit the ground.
Silence followed.
The remaining Ravagers broke.
Two were cut down.
The last fled into the forest.
Smoke drifted.
Dust settled.
And the convoy stood—shaken, but intact.
Rowan approached slowly, his gaze moving from the fallen Alpha to Aether.
"You knew," he said.
"There would be two attacks."
Aether glanced toward the cliffs.
"Simple enemies use one trap," he replied. "Smarter ones use two."
A guard called out from the fallen beasts.
"Sir—iron spikes in their hides. Control marks."
Rowan’s expression hardened.
"Sabotage."
Aether shook his head slightly.
"No," he said quietly.
"This was a greeting."
The aning settled heavily over the group.
This had not been an attempt to destroy them.
It had been a test.
A probe.
A asure of response.
As the convoy reford and cleared the path, the atmosphere shifted.
No longer did they look at Aether as rely the academy champion.
Now—
They saw sothing else.
Sothing far more dangerous.
Aether looked once toward the ridges above.
For a fleeting mont, he sensed it.
Eyes.
Watching.
Then gone.
He returned to the carriage.
"Move," he said.
The convoy advanced once more.
Behind them lay broken stone and dead beasts.
Ahead—
More road.
More traps.
And enemies who had just learned their first lesson.
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