Chapter 1248 Joining the assassin's guild
The infirmary into which Michael and Gaya, along with the other victims, were brought, had an air of sterile solemnity. Its walls were lined with shelves filled with neatly labeled potions and herbs. Beds, equally spaced, filled the large room, their linens crisp and white under the soft glow of enchanted lights. The atmosphere was heavy with the scent of antiseptics and the undercurrent of magic used for healing. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
As the bodies were laid out, a guard turned to his colleague, his voice low. "Leave these here for now, until the captain gives further instructions," he instructed, casting a final glance at the somber array of fallen individuals before exiting the room to attend to other duties.
The room fell into a heavy silence, the kind that speaks of finality and loss. It was in this silence that Michael stirred, his eyes snapping open with a practiced caution. Swiftly, but with care, he stood, his movements deliberate. He then moved to Gaya, gently patting her shoulder to rouse her from the potion-induced state.
Gaya's eyes flickered open, meeting Michael's with a silent question. "What's the plan now?" she whispered, her voice barely carrying in the still air of the infirmary.
"If we just leave, they'll notice the missing bodies. We need to cover our tracks... thoroughly," said Michael. "Hmm," Gaya nodded in agreement, understanding the necessity of their next actions.
Without another word, Michael summoned the dark flames as the dark flames cast an eerie darkness around them. He flicked his wrist, and the flames leaped from his hand to a nearby body. The fire spread quickly, the dark flames consuming everything with an unnatural hunger, leaving no trace behind but ash.
Amidst the burgeoning smoke and the crackling of the fire, Michael and Gaya made their move. They approached a window, glanced back one last time at the inferno they'd set to erase their presence, and then, with a swift motion, they jumped through, landing softly on the outside. Without looking back, they swiftly made their escape, blending into the shadows of Aurumvale. Outside the infirmary, the city of Aurumvale basked under the glow of the moon, its golden structures shimmering against the dark sky, creating a landscape of ethereal beauty. The tranquility of the night was abruptly shattered when the dark flames, initiated by Michael within the infirmary, began to lick at the windows, casting an ominous glow that could not be ignored.
"Fire! Fire!" The cry rang out into the night, quickly escalating into a cacophony of shouts and calls for help. Elves spilled into the streets, their expressions morphing from serene to panic-stricken as they took in the sight of the burgeoning inferno.
"Call the guards! We need to put out the fire!" yelled an elf, taking charge of the growing crowd. In no time, the sound of armored footsteps approached, the city's guards moving swiftly towards the source of the chaos.
In the midst of this sudden uproar, Michael and Gaya slipped through the gathered crowd unnoticed, their figures blending seamlessly with the distressed citizens. They moved with purpose, navigating the streets with an urgency that matched the city's alarm, all the while making their way toward the city gates.
Upon reaching the gates, they stepped outside the confines of Aurumvale's protective walls and were greeted by the expansive grasslands that lay beyond. Looking out into the expanse, Gaya voiced the question between them. "Where are we supposed to look for him?"
His gaze scanning the horizon, Michael noticed a large tree near the city wall, its silhouette distinct against the night sky. Something about its lone presence sparked an intuition within him. "Let's head towards that tree," he suggested, a certainty in his voice that left no room for doubt. "I have a feeling that's where he'll be waiting for us."
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