Chapter 174: The High Prison Infiltration
The Blackbark Oubliette was not built. It was grown.
Lucien walked calmly down the winding wooden path of the Verdant Canopy. He wore the crisp, unblemished uniform of a junior human diplomat.
He held a leather satchel tightly against his side. Inside the satchel rested a set of meticulously forged transfer orders.
Before him stood the entrance to the Elven High Prison.
It was a colossal, hollowed-out root of the World Tree. The wood was dark, twisted, and weeping with thick, glowing sap. Two massive doors made of intertwined, thorny vines blocked the path.
Four Elven guards stood at attention. They wore shimmering emerald armor and carried long, curved glaives. Their eyes were sharp, scanning the shadows beneath the canopy.
They did not see the ghost walking right beside the human diplomat.
