nagpurpolice Chapter 691 The Departure
Chapter 691 The Departure
The crisp night air carried a faint hum of residual Magic as the three apprentices stood inside the king's chamber in the Elf Palace. It was clear that the three of them were exhausted but it was overshadowed by the fire of accomplishment in their eyes.
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For twenty-four relentless hours, they had pursued the elusive remnants of Magic left behind when the masked figure had torn open the portal. The trail had been faint right now cause he had created it with different kind of Magic foreign to them. Its nearly lost to time, but they had done it.
One of the apprentices named Vaelin, stepped forward and bowed deeply before the two kings, his sounds steady despite the fatigue he felt.
"We have found it, Your Majesty," he said. "The Magic residue was nearly disperse but we managed to follow its faint traces through the diagram made by Master Saeldir. When the the order comes, we can reopen the portal to that world."
King Gulben's piercing gaze met King Fairon's, a silent conversation passing between them. There was no hesitation.
"The scouts must go as soon as possible," King Fairon said with firm voice. "We cannot afford to wait. I'm sure that Laston is building an army and we must know what awaits us before it is too late."
King Gulben gave a solemn nod. "Prepare the scouts immediately."
With that order, a flurry of movement followed.
Word was sent swiftly. In the secluded training grounds where the scouts honed their skills, the sound of sparring weapons and focused footfalls filled the cool morning air. The group, consisting of Elves who had long dedicated themselves to this missio moved with precision as they ran through their drills.
Their blades met with soft rings, bows thrummed, Magic unleashed, and shadows wavered as some of them practiced blending into the surroundings, training themselves for the dangers ahead.
Then, the approaching footsteps of armored soldiers broke through the rhythm of their training. The scouts immediately halted and turning to see the messengers approaching.
The leading soldier, clad in royal silver armor bearing the insignia of the Elf Palace, stopped before them and delivered the message.
"By order of King Gulben, the scout party is to prepare for immediate departure."
On his own chamber, Saeldir stood in the morning light that came from the window. His tight robes shifting slightly in the breeze.
His fingers traced the engraved runes along the length of his staff, the faint glow of stored Magic responding to his touch. He did not wear armor cause he did not need it.
The air around him shimmered slightly as a sign of the protective spells woven into his very being. With a slow breath, he secured a pouch filled with Magical reagents at his side, ensuring that he had everything he needed.
Few minutes later, the scouts that now fully prepared stood in formation before the two kings, their gear secured and their weapons ready.
Aerchon stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the two kings.
"We will leave at once, Your Majesty," he announced.
King Gulben and King Fairon stepped forward. The morning light cast a golden hue upon them as they raised their hands in unison.
"May the wind guide your steps and the stars watch over your path," King Fairon said.
"May the strength of the Elves be with you, and may you return victorious," King Gulben added.
A faint shimmer of Magic passed over the scouts as the kings' blessings took hold. The weight of duty settled over them but so did the assurance that they carried the will of their people.
Aerchon bowed deeply. "We will not fail."
Without further words, they turned and strode toward the courtyard where the portal would be opened. The air crackled as Saeldir raised his staff, tracing intricate runes into the space before them. A swirling vortex of energy flared to life, revealing the shadowed unknown of Laston's world.
With a final glance at their homeland, the scouts stepped through, vanishing into the portal's glow. Their mission had begun.
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