Chapter 270 Dark Realization

Chapter 270 Dark Realization

'As expected... they're unimpressive.'

As Aurora stood in front of the humans she so easily subdued, she heaved a sigh.

She was grateful that they didn't give her any issues whatsoever in the battle.

'The Ashen Staff's barrier was able to deflect all his attacks, so I suppose there was no need to worry about the combat abilities that humans possess.'

Her S-Tier Nature Magic was also pretty useful in subduing all of them without any need for excessive violence.

'I must have overestimated them in a bid for caution.' Aurora nearly smiled to herself.

The only one who was still awake despite her Spell was Fenrir, but he was barely even conscious.

'Even if he chooses to counterattack, he'll barely be able to do anything.'

Right as she was having these thoughts, ten Elves emerged from the entrance of the Warehouse.

'They're back! Finally!' Aurora smiled, glad to finally be done with dealing with humans.

Her relieved expression soon took a dip, however, once she looked in their direction and saw the kind of face they made.

"H-huh...?"

The ten Elves had sad and weary looks practically embedded on their face.

Not even a single one had a twinkle of joy in their eyes.

It puzzled Aurora. nove(l)bi(n.)com

"You're back early. How was it?" She asked, looking at Lila and Lali especially.

They appeared to be the most exhausted of the group.

"We encountered a horde of Monsters, most likely a trap left behind by the Dragon." Lali responded.

"We managed to bind the first batch and block off the room they occupied. We had to hurry, though, since they could break out at any time." Lila spoke next.

Aurora furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Why didn't you just put them to sleep?"

"We tried. It didn't work."

"Must have been the Dragon's control."

Aurora had a few more questions, but they could all wait. The biggest one on her mind was why they weren't carrying anything with them.

"Where... are the Enchanted Items?" She asked, her tone taking a bit of an anxious turn.

The whole reason they had gone through all of this trouble was for the grand prize that would assist their people and their land.

Yet why wasn't she seeing anything with them?

"We found nothing. We searched high and low, through every corner of the Warehouse... but in the end..."

"There was nothing. It's empty—at least, for the most part."

Aurora couldn't believe what Lila and Lali told her.

"A-are you sure you weren't in too much of a hurry?" She knew it was insensitive to ask such a question, especially after her sisters had done their very best.

Lila and Lali were especially diligent, and everyone knew that for a fact.

Still, despite all of these positives, Fenrir could not ignore what had just happened to him and his subordinates.

"So we lost, huh?"

It was a frustrating thing to admit, but Fenrir couldn't deny the power he had felt.

He was always willing to accept it when he was weaker than his opponents—though that didn't mean he liked doing it.

'It also seems like they don't have the Enchanted Items either.' He rubbed his head as he winced.

'The Dragon has it, huh? I don't know which is worse...'

Objectively speaking, the Dragons having their hands on so many assets was the worst situation.

However, Fenrir pretty much despised Elves now thanks to the defeat he suffered.

"Haaa..." He sighed once again as he stood up.

The willow tree that Aurora had summoned was no longer present, and most of the flowers were drying up.

Fenrir had never seen such Magic before, but he knew it had to be very strong.

'Strong, huh? Dragons and Elves... it seems both sides are stronger than we humans.'

He chuckled to himself and shrugged.

Thankfully, his job didn't involve any of them in the slightest.

'Looks like I'll have to inform Scylla about all of this.'

Without their means of compensation, Fenrir wondered what she would offer up next.

'Whatever it is... it had better make me stronger!'

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[A Few Days Later]

Rebal Blanc sat within his office as he opened an envelope and pulled out a letter addressed to his Blanc House.

It was from The Underworld Triumvirate itself.

"N-no..." As he read the contents of the letter, he felt his body tremble slightly.

Just when things were beginning to stabilize, this had to come and disrupt everything.

Once Rebal was done reading the letter he slapped it on his table and groaned softly.

Placing both hands on his face, while exhaling deeply, he murmured words that no one could hear but him.

"The Dark Gathering... is at hand."

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[A/N]

Thanks for reading!

We're slowly approaching the climax of this part of the arc. Yes, it's been slow, but I hope you all are having a good time.