Ever since he had begun cultivating, Hiram had grown used to feeling the presence of people more powerful than himself around. It wasnt as if there were suddenly more cultivators, with the possible exception of Anton. He was simply more aware of them. His recent growth had been enough that at least he felt the gap closing with so of the locals who had been cultivating before himself. Most were in Body Tempering, so Spirit Building and then there was Anton in Essence Collection.
Hiram considered himself lucky to never have been close to Birita. Even if she had apparently grown more unhinged recently, she had always been petty and evil. Dealing with her goons had been bad enough, which led to his wife sparking the conflict with the Gray Stone Sect. They still had their coming, too. It would be a while, but he could feel he would make it. He just had to believe and put in the work. It wouldnt be easy, but he could devote himself to the task fully.
Over ti hed gotten used to the feelings of different cultivation styles around him, the handful that Anton was teaching to his various students as well as the others. But he suddenly felt one that hed never felt before. At least not from anyone else.
Death. That was the feeling of the energy, and what he thought would happen to him as it approached him. He didnt even get to fully consider running away before the suddenly detected presence was on top of him, looking him in the eyes. And then it was too late.
You are not a mber of the Whispering Watchers, the voice was raspy and indistinct, but more or less directed at him. Or perhaps simply not excluded from his ears. Youre coming with .
Hiram had no ability to respond in any capacity as her energy wrapped around him as if he were simply a bundle of sticks and not a person. He recalled Antons warnings. A deep part of him was filled with regret while another part of him was filled with hope. That was just the way humans functioned, because even though he knew he would die if he didnt, he might look forward to being as strong as the woman in front of him.
It was only a very short ti later that he found himself bound in heavy chains, inside a room at an inn on the edge of town where hed once rented a room. The stupid part of him deep inside thought to bla them for that, when it hardly mattered to his current situation and they would be just as helpless as he was. But the rest of his brain was hardly coming up with any solutions to his predicant either. Even if he wasnt being watched, he had the feeling he couldnt break out of the chains binding him.
Im only going to ask this once, the woman said. Where is Anton Krantz?
Hiram felt death wash over him. It wasnt just her energy, but sothing deeper. He felt her true intentions. In a way, that let him set his resolve. Since he was going to die anyway, he wasnt going to die while being a traitor to soone who hed chosen to involve himself with. Anton? Never heard of him.
Hiram felt his life being torn out of him. It was much the sa as natural energy flowing through him, but without any of the care for his own safety or the promise of anything more to co afterwards. But- right before the final bit left him- the flow stopped.
The woman clicked her tongue. No, better keep him alive for the mont. He might co look for him that way.
It didnt encourage Hiram that shed changed her mind. By any reasonable asure he wasnt alive anyway, nor would he be for long. And now he was being used as bait. He could only hope that Anton would understand the situation and let him die, since it would happen anyway.
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The first flare of power could have been Antons imagination. It was brief and indistinct, as well as incredibly far off. Ten kiloters, at a minimum. But as he focused his attention in that direction, he felt it once again much more clearly. It was hard to mistake. Hed felt the cultivation technique before, and Hiram had been doing an excellent job practicing it. But the magnitude was many tis different. Even if all of Arbington was composed of Body Tempering cultivators, they wouldn't be able to put a scratch on a Life Transformation cultivator.
Anton carefully extended his senses, doing his best not to allow his target to feel back towards himself. If she did, he knew he couldnt escape. Soon enough, hed verified all he needed to know. He couldnt guarantee that the woman was Elder Naheed, but nas didnt matter in the current circumstance.
She had Hiram. Beyond that, though Anton couldnt tell his exact state, he was just as sure as Hiram himself that the man would die. The logical choice was just to leave him. And when she killed everyone else hed co into contact with, and perhaps all of Arbington and the surrounding towns and villages? It was simply inevitable. Nothing he could do about it.
But Anton wasnt that kind of man. If he couldnt protect those hed chosen to make a part of his life, what was the point? But Anton also had people who cared about him, and for their sakes he couldnt die pointlessly. So he stood, watching waiting thinking.
Where were the nearest people he could call upon as allies? It was unfortunate, but obviously Arbington didnt have much of anything that could help. Nor anywhere within a days travel in most directions- and that was by cultivator standards. Grand Elder Kseniya had warned him of the woman, but simply in general- not that she was actually approaching. She had been watching the sect, related to the suspicions that they were related to the Twin Soul Sect. Proof was inconclusive, and all that was certain was that they had at least a few as mbers and hadnt removed them.
If he could sohow get a ssage to Grand Elder Kseniya she might arrive within a day. Perhaps two, if she were a bit further. After all, the speed a cultivator traveled in normal circumstances and ergencies were entirely different. Just because as a young man he could run to town without issue didnt an he did run into town. He walked, like a normal, sane person. The sa was true with cultivators, even if they walked much more quickly.
If hed simply been directly attacked, Anton would have found the decision making process easier. As it was, he had too many options and none of them seed to lead to anything good. Hed never spent so long planning a shot before. Especially not without knowing if he could even take the shot. Physically he was capable, but would it do any good? That was sothing else entirely.
How long would it be before she moved from Hiram to soone else? He couldnt be saved anymore, but anyone following him Anton was still able to protect. Taking the shot now should result in the minimal number of deaths.
He found himself at the top of a tree. There were plenty of similar size in the deep woods, where hed been tending to the third batch of tree thistles. Atop his perch he wouldnt be fighting against the curvature of the planet quite so much. A nice twenty-ter tall tree tripled the proper distance to the horizon. With his target at ten kiloters, he even had so extra room to breathe on the far end.
His fingers fiddled with his quiver. Getting his hands on a copy of the Deathly Heart Technique had allowed so flaws to be discerned- mostly by the Life Transformation elders traveling with those from the other continent. But Anton noticed one independently, before it was explained more clearly by others. As a technique associated with death, its practitioners were also highly sensitive to killing intent. Killing intent was one of those hard to quantify things, and normally paired with the ability to sense danger in general. But in this particular case, it was truly that specific.
The truer the risk of death, the more they would be able to anticipate an incoming attack. But if an attack was not deadly their senses might be muted to it. Just slightly, but that might be enough.
Antons fingers settled on a black arrow. He only had one, and he only ca into possession of it because of favoritism from Kseniya. A black thorned arrow. It ca from a very obscure plant that had the slight issue of not growing anywhere with natural energy, and in very specific climates to boot. So far it hadnt been artificially cultivated, but from Antons perspective it felt like a distant relative of the western creeper.
In short, its thorns almost completely ignored energy defenses and if it hit just the right spot it could disrupt a cultivators energy flow until they yanked it out, potentially causing more damage than when it struck them. Shed used one arrow during the execution, greatly hindering one of their opponents.
Anton doubted he could achieve a perfect shot, but with what he hoped was the elent of surprise he would certainly try. He wouldnt aim for the head or neck. Nor would he aim for the heart. The capacity of sothing that ignored energy to strike the dantian in its taphysical location below the stomach was not sothing Anton knew, but if it did it might also be a fatal blow. So he was aiming for a kidney. Sothing below the ribcage and important, but also one that could be done without. A normal person might go into shock and die from having a kidney destroyed, but a cultivator would be able to handle it sowhat. And hopefully it would not be sensed the sa way.
He hesitated, not because he was unsure about whether he should take the shot but when he should. Exchanging his own life for Hiram even he wasnt so selfless. It was likely too late for him regardless. But Elder Naheed hadnt gone anywhere in the several long minutes Anton had been watching. If she remained where she was, nobody else would die. Hopefully.
So he was waiting for sothing to make the choice for him. Then he felt it. Sothing unexpected but sufficient for him to decide, off to the north. Sothing that Elder Naheed would absolutely notice soon. His fingers pulled the arrow from his quiver. He raised his bow and nocked it on the string, pulling it back in one smooth motion. No special energy adorned the arrow, and what was there simply existed to propel it straight and true. The power of ascension and that from beyond death could both signal more than he was willing to give away.
His fingers released, the string snapped. Then the arrow was in flight. Normally Anton would have had another two or three at least on their way by the ti it arrived, but his first one needed to strike and the additional attacks might provide so semblance of warning.
Normally Anton would fly with his arrow, but in this case his connection to the arrow was shaky due to its materials. Even so, he felt it was perfectly on target, flying towards Elder Naheed, intending to slip just below her ribs on the right side. Her moving a single pace to the side required only the minutest adjustnt in its trajectory.
Then he lost all sense of the arrow, and Elder Naheeds power flared up like a fire. A cruel fire, ravaging a city not because of carelessness or storm but because soone wanted to see it burn, to watch people die. A foul energy. And hopefully a slightly diminished one. But it certainly charged towards him with enough speed for him to know his shot was far from fatal.
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