Chapter 289 - Deathly Music
Endless stars guided sleeping folks toward the horizon. Under the shining curtain, the airship went toward the great canyon while leaving a trail of black smoke behind.
Hobbiton created quite the scene when leaving Ananda’s side by crying sharp and loud. The body of a child which trapped a similar child’s soul grew tired quickly and fell asleep again. There were still tears hanging around his eyes.
Angor leaned on the wall and watched the beautiful lake going past the scenery. The tranquil and serene ambiance brought him sad memories.
Footsteps approached and stopped beside him.
“I’ll find time to do researches on drawing Prelude to Elimination when we’re back, as fast as I can,” said Angor. He paused for a moment before continuing, “There’s only a number of problems to tackle. Dealt with, and nothing should stop me. Tell this to Master Prome.”
“I see.” His visitor sighed in sadness as he said, “Just listening to you makes me jealous. Magic arrays are nothing like ordinary runes. They are extremely hard to memorize, and you sound… so chilled. Man… maybe this is talent, something that people just can’t learn.”
The speaker put a hand on Angor’s shoulder.
He saw terrifying energy reading back on the monitor. Why was the auction house ghostly quiet?
It seemed as if an invisible barrier had separated the auction house from the outside. In the city, everything lived on. Meanwhile, inside the barrier, it was a deathly and lifeless graveyard.
A dozen light streams arrived and stopped just outside the “barrier”.
Walmazan quickly saw the master of Waterward Lions, ‘Azure Lion’ Devildare, who was also one of the supreme leaders of Twilight Auction House.
“Sir,” Walmazan flew toward Devildare.
Devildare was also here because he received the message from the guard captain.
“What’s going on?” He cast a glimpse at the quiet tower.
Walmazan replied in a stressful tone, “My men told me just now, that there’s a powerful energy reaction coming from the auction house. From the monitor, I saw the energy almost breaking the capacity of the magic array.”
“You mean a level-2 wizard at his peak?” Devildare exclaimed.
“Yes, and I already asked, the only level-2 wizard who visited Twilight Well recently is Mister Phantom.”
“It can’t be. I know Mister Sunders. If he’s doing something to Twilight Well, he’ll notify me beforehand.”
Devildare came from Brute Cavern. As another wizard on the path of truth, he was well acquainted with Sunders.
“The readings suggest that Mister Phantom left Twilight Well two days ago and never came again.” Walmazan spoke, “If Mister Phantom isn’t the one causing this, I… don’t know who it is.”
Devildare looked at the tower carefully. “We’ll see when we’re in there. The reading of a level-2 wizard does not necessarily mean a real level-2 wizard has come.”
Devildare could create a similar energy signature if he was determined to do so. It could also be achieved by using certain alchemy items. Now he had to get into the tower and check it out.
He told the other guards to enter the tower in three divisions and flew into the tower together with Walmazan.
Getting closer to the tower proved to him that he only “assumed” that the tower was quiet, which was not the case.
He heard faint music lingering in the air when he stepped into the first floor. Decent music.
However, the melodies felt extremely weird. The musical notes were intentionally dragged longer and sharper as if an adult was putting on a child’s show who was doing a terrible job at it.
The music would do well in a circus but only made people’s hairs stand on end when played here.
“Who is it?” Devildare asked the air when someone suddenly appeared in front of him.
“Sir! The Lion Princess… she’s dead!”