Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 368 The Crucible II

Altair's brow jumped. "The Crucible?"

Tasha pointed them out with his eyes. It was three of them, three men who seemed to blend into the crowd with ease, each with different shadows of robes that masked everything but their muscular frame. Slowly, they drifted back into the crowd, vanishing between the vast amalgamation of auras, though not quick enough for Altair to notice them.

He touched his shoulder, where, despite the appearance of the Mark of Cain, he still felt its presence observing him, scrutinizing his every action. He wondered when Azura would call for him or if she'd ever call for him again after what occurred. He scuffed at the idea, tearing his awaze away before sending a Soul Whisper to the Commander.

Brakna shifted uncomfortably, relaying an order to one of the soldiers following behind before they arrived at the encampment of amassing soldiers. He smiled when he found Count Kinvar in talk with seven Transcendence, Lordlings by the look of it.

"My Lord. I brought the Young Master."

Count Fremar Kinvar spun on his heel, that permanent scowl he held folding into a smile at the sight of Nox. He saluted as if he were welcoming the duke, followed by the other Seven. They all seemed to carry that peculiar gleam that sought to scrutinize every detail, no matter how small, about the young master.

A smaller man might have folded, but Altair ignored their stairs, informing the Count of his men's arrival alongside the imperial carriage.

"I have no power to hold them for long," Lord Fremar admitted.

"It doesn't matter," Altair said coldly. He placed a friendly arm on the Count's shoulder. "All I require is for you and your men to kill the Vicounts Transcendence."

"Not capture?" Said Fremar darkly. "I would have thought you might have tried to earn their loyalty."

"What sort of loyalty can one have in the face of one's lineage being butchered?" Altair shook his head. "I meant what I said, Lord Fremar." he lowered his arm to his side, his gaze lifting towards the estate in the distance, shrouded by a growing mist. An Arcane formation, he knew.

"Then... Allow me to secure you a team of guards, too—"

"Not necessary," Altair refused when screams of men echoed through the streets. He frowned, eyeing one of the members he'd pointed out to Brakna to secure for him.

"The Blackcloaks are trying to kill me!" the Seventh Circle squealed, kicking and screaming. "Help me! Help me!"

The throng of men and women began to whisper, with soldiers turning to face them, weapons preparing to be drawn.

"I've done nothing!" Corvon shouted, arms pinned behind his back. "I only came to watch! To see news of the Young Master Nox!" when the whispers of men and women grew louder, he continued, "I'm innocent! I've never even met someone from House Vadica!"

Brakna slapped him backhand. "You'll be silent, boy!" the next slap sent blood spewing over the ground. "The Young Master, Nox would like a word."

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Blood pulsed from around the blade's insition, pooling at his feet, as Corvan stared with his one good eye, pleading, then snapped sound reached up as Altair twisted the saber, snapping the spine.

[Corvan Felled. Exp Gain]

When the wall of Silence fell, he told Tasha to hang his Corvan's head on a pike for all to see before returning to the Count's side.

"A bit of private business," he said, smiling, though no one else had it in them to meet his smile. "When will we siege the Estate?"

The Count gave an auspicious smile. "When your men arrive in an hour or two. It's most likely that some of the men and women are killing themselves lest they end up as slaves or whores. Nasty business it is to exterminate a family. Others are sure to try to escape. We'd need your men to make sure they don't."

"You needn't worry," Altair comforted, peering through the eyes of his shadows. "They'll be here within the hour. All we must do is wait."

Nia found her master with an arm pressed on the pommel of his Sarrin. There was an army of men behind her as she waved to grab his attention. Her expression blossomed when he turned to face her with a studying gaze.

"Master!" She galloped closer, hopping down her mare with a bright expression. "May The Tear of the Black Moon Pierce The Vale!" Alyssa and Therion echoed her words, falling to one knee.

They rosed when Altair signaled them to stand. "I have got a mission for you three," he said, exchanging a glance with Tasha, who, once again, laid down a Wall of Silence. The only thing the Count heard was the echo of, "May The Tear Of The Black Moon Pierce The Vale!" when the wall of silence fell.

'The Black Moon,' he thought, finding the mere thought seemed to send ripples across his mind, and before he knew it, the words faded from his consciousness as if it never existed.

"Get going then," Altair said.

With one final bow, the three flickered like shadows, leaving only Tasha by his side.

"Count Fremar, my men are yours to command."

"You're not going to lead us?" The very idea that Young Master, the Duke's Son, was not going to lead them into battle made those listening gasp.

"No," Altair confirmed. "I'm not so arrogant as to not recognize a battle hero like you and Commander Brakna. I will ride with my men to strike, but only under your or Brakna's command. A battle between Transcendence is surely different than what I can imagine."

Count Fremar seemed to understand, though he would have preferred if the Young Master would have taken a bigger role like his title demanded. When he remembered the news of Nox De Nier's amnesia, he nodded almost instantly, now grateful.

"Then I'll have you with Captain Ian Vastnar."