Agatha stood at the edge of the towering building after Clyde left, her gaze sweeping over the ruined cityscape below. Fires still flickered in the distance, their glow casting jagged shadows across the crumbling streets. The echoes of battle had faded and leaving behind only the unsettling silence that usually don’t happened in the ruined city.
This ti, the sight before her was different.
Where she once expected to see struggling Players who desperately fighting for survival and monsters roaming unchecked, there was only stillness now. Clyde had passed through this place and in his wake nothing was left standing.
Bodies of twisted creatures lay strewn across the streets, their burned forms lay motionless. There were no signs of a desperate struggle because Clyde just slaughtered them in the blinkof an eye.
He didn’t just fight the monsters but more precisely, he had erased them.
Agatha’s lips pressed into a thin line as she folded her arms. That man... He wasn’t like himself before.
He had cut through the chaos with easye, carving a path through the nightmare as if he were simply completing jaywalking. And along the way he had saved the Players who would have otherwise perished.
Not out of kindness but because it was simply the fastest way of getting her attention.
She exhaled slowly, her thoughts drifting toward the higher-ups. Would they notice?
No. They wouldn’t waste their ti observing a world still in its early stage. The real spectacle, the true purpose of this apocalyptic ga, hadn’t reached the point where it would draw their attention.
Which ant...
Agatha smirked slightly. They wouldn’t know what happened here.
She shifted her weight, rolling her shoulders before turning away from the ruined city below. Whatever had already happened was irrelevant right now. There was no point in dwelling on it.
What mattered now was Clyde and more importantly how she could use him. If she played this right, Clyde would beco a weapon far more valuable than he even realized.
She smirked to herself, already considering the next task she would give him.
Agatha didn’t waste any more ti here and imdiately opened a swirling portal, the energy crackling softly as it expanded before her. Without hesitation, she stepped through, vanishing from the ruined cityscape.
The mont she erged on the other side, in her white room.
She strode forward, her eyes narrowing as she lifted a hand. Instantly, one of the holographic screens flickered to life, expanding into a wide display of shifting data streams.
Then, her gaze landed again on sothing that intrigued her.
A new feed that tied to an artifact she had placed in the Far North dinsion had activated.
Agatha frowned slightly. She can see that sothing was happening in there from few days ago. The artifact’s readings fluctuated, pulsing with energy signatures that didn’t match anything recorded.
Her fingers danced across the blue screen, adjusting the paraters, zooming in on the shifting distortions. Sothing was stirring in that region. The Angel, Celestials, and Demons were looking restless.
Perhaps she should send Clyde to investigate.
She nodded. Yes, this could be the perfect opportunity for him to prove his abbility.
She tapped the screen once, saving the data for later. Then, turning away, she vanished once more.
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The swirling portal deposited Clyde back into his mansion. This ti, the journey felt smoother and easier because he was already adapting.
The once-disorienting sensation of traveling through space-bending corridors was now just a fleeting shift in perception. He barely felt it anymore even though he still need to spend a lot amount fo magic power.
With a quiet sigh, he made his way toward his bed and sat down.
That had been a fruitful journey. His fingers brushed against the black tallic device Agatha had given him, still in his pocket. He pulled it out, rolling it between his fingers thoughtfully.
He now have a direct line to her. A way for them to exchange information without interference. And a deal had been made. He had gained knowledge from this and now he have a path forward.
Clyde barely had ti to let his body relax when a familiar sensation pulsed through his mind. A whispering presence that feels insistent.
It was Asqa.
He imdiately recognized it. Her consciousness seeking connection to him. Without hesitation, he allowed the link to establish, his mind opening to the telepathic tether they shared.
Then, her voice ca through that filled with urgency.
"Clyde! Finally! I’ve been trying to reach you for days!"
Clyde’s brows furrowed slightly as he sat up. "For days?"
He hadn’t noticed. But then again, between his business making the amulet working, he hadn’t exactly been paying attention.
"I’m fine. Sorry, just reallly busy," he said simply. "What’s so important that you kept calling?"
There was a brief pause, then Asqa’s voice lowered and turned more serious.
"It’s Archangel Uriel. He brought sothing from the Far North. Sothing important."
Clyde frowned "...And?"
"I heard rumors from the domain’s scholar. Whatever it is, it was brought back from the Black Wall by her scouts and brought it here."
Clyde’s frown deepened.
The Black Wall. That unnatural abyssal barrier... And now, Uriel had retrieved sothing from there?
"What exactly did she take?" Clyde asked, his tone sharpening.
"I don’t know about it yet," Asqa admitted. "But whatever it is, Uriel’s keeping it under heavy security. Even so of the higher Angels don’t know the full details. But Clyde..."
She hesitated, and Clyde could feel her unease through the connection.
"I overheard sothing else. So of the Angels that had seen it were afraid whatever Uriel brought back."
Clyde exhaled slowly, his fingers tapping against the edge of his bed.
So even the Angels were wary. That ant whatever Uriel had taken was so dangerous things.
He leaned back, staring at the ceiling. The communication was silent for a few monts but Clyde didn’t feel that Asqa had severed their connection. So he waited. Then finally, Asqa voice ca back.
"I just heard sothing. It was a fragnt of a black surface and there are runes that keep shifting on it."
That made Clyde jumped to sit. "Black surface? Like a wall?"
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