The air inside the tent grew heavier after he take out the strange object. The flickering lanterns cast shifting shadows across the gathered figures, but none of them could tear their eyes away from what lay in Kassiel’s palm.
Gabriel and Uriel both frowned, their gazes locked on the chipped fragnt. The runes on its surface twisted and changed right before their eyes, never settling into a readable pattern. But it wasn’t just the movent that unsettled them. It was the aura radiating from the stone.
It wasn’t magic — at least, not in the way Angels, Celestials, or even Demonic spells worked. Which make them certain that this thing is not even from their realms. This was sothing older that neither of them – higher beings – could imdiately recognize. And that was troubling.
Gabriel’s fingers twitched slightly, his instincts urging him to destroy the fragnt imdiately. But Kassiel, who had been holding it this whole ti, showed no visible discomfort. The Seraphim’s face remained calm, though the exhaustion in his eyes was evident.
Uriel noticed the sa. She studied the stone carefully, then Kassiel’s posture, then back to the stone.
"It looks stable enough?" she murmured, half a question, half a statent.
Gabriel remained skeptical. "It might be for now."
But before they could deliberate further, Elsa and Aeralyn stepped forward.
"We also have one of these, your majestym" Elsa said, reaching into her pouch.
Aeralyn did the sa. In unison, they each pulled out their own chipped fragnts — pieces of the sa unknown structure beyond the Black Wall.
And the mont the three fragnts were brought close together, the runes on all of them started shifting faster. The movent was no longer slow and steady, it was erratic, pulsing, almost reacting to each other.
A faint hum filled the air, like a low whisper just beyond hearing.
Gabriel and Uriel imdiately stiffened.
"...That’s not normal," Uriel muttered.
Elsa, sensing their unease, quickly spoke up.
"But we feel fine, Your Majesty," she said, her tone steady, as if trying to reassure them.
Uriel turned her gaze toward Elsa, studying her for a long mont. The tent had fallen silent, save for the distant howling of the storm outside. Wind battered against the canvas walls, shaking the structure slightly, but inside, all eyes remained fixed on the glowing fragnts.
Gabriel exhaled, tension still filling his face. "We need to take these to Eden. The scholars and scribes may be able to decipher their aning."
Uriel nodded. "Agreed. If these runes truly co from sothing beyond our realms, we cannot risk making assumptions."
The three scouts exchanged glances before nodding in unison. But just as Gabriel was about to move, Aeralyn hesitated, then spoke.
"We should try to decipher them ourselves first," the dark elf suggested. "Before sending them to Eden. Maybe if the two of you channel our divine power into them, we’ll be able to see sothing. Understand sothing."
Gabriel and Uriel exchanged a glance. It was a risky idea. But it also made sense. If these fragnts held any hidden truths, their divine energy might be the key to unlocking them.
"Very well," Uriel finally said.
Without further hesitation, Gabriel and Uriel each reached forward, taking a fragnt into their hands. The mont their fingers closed around the stone, they felt sothing.
They felt a pulse and force that wasn’t light nor darkness, but sothing in between. Or sothing beyond.
Then their vision shifted. For a brief mont, they were sowhere else.
They saw a flash of blackened earth that looked cracked and lifeless. A towering structure, ruined and forgotten by ti. And in the distance they saw a figure.
The two Archangel saw that the figure was watching them.
Then it was gone.
The vision ended as abruptly as it had begun.
Gabriel and Uriel gasped, their grips tightening on the fragnts. The tent was still there, the storm still howling outside. The others stood waiting around them.
But sothing had changed. They had seen sothing.
And they knew, without a doubt that this was not just an abandoned ruin.
Uriel and Gabriel slowly let go of their focused magic power, their hands trembling slightly as they released the fragnts. The glow on the runes dimd but the strange energy still lingered in the air like an afterimage in their minds.
They looked at each other, unspoken understanding passing between them.
"You saw sothing?" Uriel finally asked with quiet but firm voice.
Gabriel exhaled sharply. "Yes. What did you see?"
"A structure... massive, ancient, ruined," Uriel said, her brows furrowing as she recalled the details. "The land was dead, cracked, lifeless. And... there was a figure. Watching."
Gabriel’s expression darkened. "The sa as ." He turned his sharp gaze toward the three scouts. "Is that what you saw beyond the Black Wall?"
Kassiel stepped forward, his voice steady but grim.
"Yes, Your Majesty. That land is unnatural. The ruins stretch endlessly and the deeper we go, the worse it gets."
Silence settled over the tent again, heavy and suffocating. The storm outside howled louder, the wind rattling the tent walls as if echoing the unease inside.
After a long pause, Uriel broke the silence. "What do we do about these fragnts?"
"We take them to Eden. Imdiately. We can’t waste ti." Gabriel looks resolute when he said that.
The three scouts nodded in agreent, but before they could move, the tent flap was suddenly yanked open. A breathless and wide-eyed soldier stumbled inside. His armor was damp from the rain, his face streaked with mud and exhaustion.
"Your Majesties!" he gasped. "Demon King Belial’s army is approaching! Again!"
A heavy weight settled in the air. Gabriel’s jaw tightened. Uriel’s fingers curled into fists.
They already knows about this. Just like before.
Uriel let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her golden hair.
"How do they always know when we’re up to sothing?!" she snapped, her irritation barely contained.
Gabriel exhaled heavily, shaking his head. "No point in questioning it now. Let’s deal with them first."
With that, they stepped out into the storm.
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