Chapter 802 Years

Chapter 802 Years

'Dragons!'

Everyone immediately thought as they felt the unmistakable aura they were exuding. They weren't ignorant and knew that the Shadow Immortal had previously assisted the King of Ruri Kingdom by summoning one of his Dragons.

Because of that, they were already aware of their existence. Some of them had even benefited from the scales that he had sold before.

The delegates remained silent, but they slightly bowed with respect to these two ancient and mystical creatures in human form.

They then watched as the pair moved with a grace that belied their human forms.Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

The man's eyes held the depth of the purple storm, a purple so intense it seemed to swirl lightning...

The woman's gaze was like the flicker of the fiercest flame, a red hue that spoke of wisdom and war.

They halted at the center of the hall, and the man spoke, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through the air.

"We are Orden and Ryzoir," he announced, and the name didn't ring a bell. It was their first time hearing such names.

The woman, Ryzoir, continued, "We stand before you as emissaries of the Shadow Immortal, guardians of his legacy and bearers of his will."

A collective gasp rose from the delegates.

They felt that there was something off about this since they believed that the Shadow Immortal had no reason not to meet them.

Whispers spread within the hall as they were curious about what message was brought to them.

Orden's gaze swept over the crowd, and he raised a hand for silence.

"The Shadow Immortal has long watched over this realm, he had protected this realm from many disasters that could end an uncountable number of lives... If you seek to express your gratitude, there are offerings that would honor his vigil."

***

Four years had quickly passed after the Abyss Realm Invasion was quelled.

Aubrey Hall, who once shared notes and theories with her classmate Vale in the classrooms of Vermont Academy, checked her current uniform as it was her first day on her job.

Aubrey had become a Paranormal Investigator who covered a small county.

On a crisp autumn evening, Aubrey found herself standing before the infamous Wraithwood Manor, a house as old as the town's history and twice as enigmatic.

Her clients, the current residents, were a couple who had sought the tranquility of the countryside but found themselves in a flurry of inexplicable occurrences.

Mr. and Mrs. Donnelly greeted Aubrey with a mix of relief and trepidation.

"Ms. Hall," Mr. Donnelly began, his voice tinged with unease, "we've heard of your expertise. The things we've experienced here... they're beyond our understanding."

Mrs. Donnelly nodded, clutching her husband's hand. "Objects moving on their own, chilling whispers at night, and... our daughter, she speaks to someone she calls 'The Lady of the House,' but there's no one there."

Aubrey listened intently, her eyes scanning the manor's facade. "I'll do everything I can to uncover the truth behind these occurrences," she assured them.

As she stepped into Wraithwood Manor, the air grew colder, the silence of the house punctuated by the creak of old wood. Aubrey's tools—a tape recorder, EMF meter, and a crystal camera modified to capture spectral images—were at the ready.

The investigation led her through dust-laden rooms and corridors where the past seemed to cling to the wallpaper.

In the library, books would occasionally tumble from shelves without cause. The dining hall was home to the faint sound of clinking silverware, as if a ghostly banquet were in eternal recess.

'It's not a Vengeful Spirit... Is it just a normal ghost?' She mused as she continued looking.

It was in the upper chambers, however, that Aubrey felt the strongest presence.

A room, untouched by time, held the essence of sadness and longing. Here, the whispers were clearer, forming words that tugged at Aubrey's heart. "Find me," they implored...