Chapter 179: The Dead Envoys
The neutral zone between the human diplomatic sector and the lower military camps was eerily quiet.
Nyx crouched low on the thick, twisting root of a dormant oak tree. She pulled the dark hood over her head. Her pitch-black eyes scanned the dimly lit pathway below.
She did not rely on her physical vision. She filtered the ambient mana, looking for a very specific, sickly corruption.
"I have the trail," Nyx whispered into her comms.
A few yards away, Lucien stood perfectly still in the shadows of a stone archway. He adjusted his grip on the hilt of his Thunder Rapier.
"Numbers?" Lucien asked quietly.
"Six targets in total," Nyx reported, tracing the dark, residual magic lingering on the damp cobblestones.
"Lord Lionel sent a mixed envoy. Four corrupted human knights riding heavily armored war-horses. They are escorted by two bribed traitors. One is a high-ranking Elven ranger. The other is a Dwarven vanguard captain."
