When Seraphine traveled with Vaelyra, everything went smoothly because the wars were still raging, making it much easier to slip through unnoticed, but now that things were starting to settle down, everything was different.
She noticed that there weren't as many conflicts as before, but there was a lot more surveillance in the demon clan territories they passed through, guarded heavily by their sentries.
This confused her since there weren't so many patrols before, just battles. Chaos is preferable when moving in secret, which is why Seraphine is a bit worried about the road ahead.
If the outskirts of the demon kingdom, where the weaker clans resided and where the wars were of a lesser scale, were already this cautious and peaceful, she didn't want to imagine what was coming next.
Make no mistake, by "peaceful" she didn't an there were no battles; they just weren't like before. When she left the demon kingdom, everything was in chaos, and it was easy to move around because no one would pay attention to a passerby.
However, now the battles had decreased, and everything was under constant tension and vigilance, which was much more difficult to handle. She had already deduced that this was why her sisters had difficulty communicating.
Sending ssages when everything is in chaos and no one pays attention to anything other than fighting is simple, but when you're being cautious, things start to stand out, like ssenger birds and people moving in small groups.
You could say that previously, due to the influence of the divinity from the remnant of the fallen god leaking from the seal, the demons were in a frenzy, inciting battles over the smallest things.
It wasn't as if battles and wars were happening everywhere, but the swamp where the remnant of the fallen god was located was relatively close to the center of the country, so it affected the entire demon kingdom territory to so extent.
Although there were demon cities and clans, there was always a sense of hatred that drove the demons to resolve everything with violence. However, now that this influence was gone, things had changed.
What once incited violence had now found a better way to be resolved. These changes, being so sudden, raised alarms. Demons are not stupid, so they imdiately understood that sothing had been influencing them before.
Although they didn't know what it was, it was obvious that it existed, and they were not sure if the cause had been eliminated or if it was just a temporary withdrawal, so everyone was on high alert, looking for culprits.
The constant wars had shifted to vigilance and tension. Conversations between the different demon clans had not yet been established, so everyone was suspicious of each other.
Their conclusion was that sothing wanted their forces to decrease and that's why it incited them to battle, so now they were trying to avoid conflicts without reducing their surveillance.
Andrew and his group were unaware of this, but they were in a problematic situation because they would be highly suspicious if they were discovered. Just think about it: sothing had been influencing them to fight, and just when that influence disappeared, a strange group appeared in these lands.
Unfortunately, unaware of this, they continued advancing but kept their guard up and tried to avoid contact with the residents of this country as much as possible. Thanks to Seraphine's knowledge of the territory, they had been successful so far, but the journey was still long. Unlike them, Lucian and the liquid spirits protecting them had more options.
They also found the situation strange. Even though they knew that the influence of the fallen god had vanished when Arion and the others took the remnant away, they couldn't have predicted that the situation would evolve in this manner.
Because of this, Lucian t with the liquid spirits and agreed that Lucian would investigate what was happening while the liquid spirits continued to protect Andrew and his group.
Even though they weren't legend-level demigods like the ones who went to Galicia and fought against the sealed Abyssal there, their strength was not inferior to Lucian's, and being five of them, they were more than enough.
With that decided, Lucian set out on his journey to gather information. With his strength and speed, this was easy. Moreover, being a vampire native to this country, he was familiar with its territory.
While all this was happening, a hooded figure was eting with a group of three people in a luxurious room. The three n in front of the hooded figure appeared middle-aged and exuded a powerful aura.
These three n were clearly demigods, and despite their evident power, the hooded figure did not seem worried in the slightest. The man in the middle, who appeared to be the leader, initiated the conversation with a grave tone, "We've lost three groups of agents on the mission you assigned."
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Pausing, and although he did not raise his voice, the gravity did as he added, "It seems you withheld information about the target." The other two n also had threatening expressions, but the hooded figure remained unfazed.
A short silence followed before the hooded figure said, "I never lied. I was clear in describing the target and adequately indicated its strength." The three n grew angrier, and the leader, irritated, shouted, "Bastard, you didn't inform us that it had powerful guardians!"
"I was never asked for that information," the hooded figure replied with a hint of mockery, which did not sit well with the three n. Within seconds, a powerful aura emanated from the bodies of these three n.
They seed ready to fight. These were the leaders of the assassin organization, The Black Wings, and although they usually did not intervene in such minor matters, the mission to assassinate Andrew had caused them problems.
The death of an assassin group like the ones who attacked Andrew was not a big issue, but all of them falling victim to the sa mission had put them in a bad spot among the other mbers of their organization.
They had always been praised for their managent and good mission assignnts, but the mission to assassinate Andrew had made them appear as if they had misjudged the mission. Anywhere else, this might be irrelevant, but in The Black Wings, it was different. The mbers of this organization were loyal because of the way things were handled.
It was a small army willing to do whatever they ordered thanks to the trust they had earned, and with this failure, a sense of distrust had begun to spread among the organization's mbers.
These three n had ambitious plans, which is why they had worked so hard to establish this organization and use it at the right mont. And now that they were so close to their goal, trust was being lost.
This could disrupt their plans, which is why they t with the client who commissioned the mission to demand answers and compensation. Their intention was simple: intimidate him with their power and, with that, bring peace to the mbers under their command.
Unfortunately, they made a mistake. The one before them was none other than Zaros's forr sworn brother, Lortad. Not only is he one of the leaders of the Purgatory organization, but he's also far more powerful than anyone present.
That's why he was so relaxed even in the presence of the three powerful demigods. Unfortunately, they didn't know this because Lortad had hidden his strength. The cloak he wore wasn't just to hide his identity; it was a powerful magical item capable of concealing the strength of a legend-level demigod with power comparable to Zaros.
Seeing Lortad mock them, the three n couldn't contain their rage and, as if in agreent, they struck simultaneously. The power of their blows was not to be taken lightly. They could easily destroy a solid castle as if it were a house of cards.
However, just as their attacks were about to hit the hooded figure, he raised his hand, and suddenly, all three lost their strength. The n were stunned by what they saw, disbelief written on their faces, only reacting when Lortad said, "There's no need for mass destruction; let's talk."
Only then did they realize that the hooded figure was far more powerful than the three of them combined, and they had no choice but to sit down and listen. Not that they wanted to, but they had no option.
If they continued acting recklessly, they would only end up dead, so they had no choice but to obey. Beneath his cloak, Lortad was smiling, thinking about how foolish they were.
"If I'm not mistaken, you want to usurp this country's throne, right?" Lortad suddenly said, once again surprising the three n who could only respond incredulously, "How do you know that?"
Lortad smiled again and said, "Well, it's not hard to figure out, knowing who you are and how you gathered your army of assassins." Despite the clear mockery, the three n did not get angry, but their leader responded, "We're not usurping anything, only reclaiming what rightfully belongs to us."
They might be scared of the power Lortad had shown, but they would not relinquish their pride. It wasn't the pride of powerful warriors but rather the pride of mbers of the royal family.
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