Chapter 983 Passue Matriarch
Nothing much changed in the encampment after the incident that transpired against Rex.
People were still patrolling around and wrapping up the entire place since they now could move forward with the Shifting Realm cleansed of Supernaturals. Out of all of them, the military was taking the longest as their gears were many and hard to move.
On the east side of the encampment was the most crowded.
At least nearly a hundred military men could be seen gathering in a humongous tent.
Inside the tent was some kind of weapon none had ever seen before.
General Charles from the special force division was the one overseeing this side, instructing the soldiers who were working together to take out the machine. He has a typical stern look that a general would have, a nicely trimmed beard, and a sharp gaze that could make any soldiers avert their eyes away.
"Leave a scratch on it, and all of you will get a bullet to your head!" General Charles shouted.
Soon, the machine inside was brought outside successfully.
Naturally, it turns out to be a weapon, a highly sophisticated and advanced canon made of a special alloy and steel combined with mutated animal parts. It was the size of four tanks, the structure also boasts the weight that it possesses.
Looking at the machine with pride, General Charles then turned his eyes to the side.
He was looking at a particular group of military men.
All of them are wearing a different set of outfits than the rest, raven-black combat armor that covers their bodies from head to toe and a skull mask to hide their identity. A dozen of them were present, and it was obvious that they were the special unit of the military.
With a nudge of his chin, General Charles instructed them through silent words.
One of them nodded and stepped to the machine.
General Charles watches as this man put his hand on the humongous weapon and in the next second, the black and dark green alloy turned transparent. Surprisingly, the entirety of the weapon turned translucent.
It didn't turn invisible.
Anyone who gets close enough would be able to see the weapon, but not for those far away.
Upon the weapon turning translucent, the rest of the special force unit grabbed a hold of its handles and started pushing the weapon to the very front. Considering that the weapon should at least weigh 100 tons, it was very hard to believe that 12 non-Awakened were able to push the entire thing.
Despite it being hard for them, the weapon is still moving, and that should be impossible.
Meanwhile, at the center of the encampment.
The Executor wasn't basking in triumph after what he had accomplished, instead, he seemed to be slightly nervous, standing in front of five steel cylinder structures taller than himself, which should make these structures about eight to nine feet tall.
Standing on either side was Brigitta and Edward who were told to be by his side.
On top of that, there were three more Awakened behind them.
It has been two hours already.
Both of them were watching the Executor draw runic patterns on the steel structures with his claws, and he had a very serious expression right now. Asking him about what he was doing right now is not appropriate because of that.
However, Edward and Brigitta had a guess in their mind.
From the looks of the cylinder steel engraved with runes, they must be a makeshift totem.
Although the two don't know why the Executor is making five totems right now, they don't question it as he should have a purpose for them. Soon enough, the Executor stepped back and wiped the sweat on his forehead.
Oddly enough, engraving the runes seemed to be draining him.
"Have you prepared what I asked?" the Executor turned to look at Edward to his left.
Upon receiving the directive, Edward nodded and moved to the side, presenting the three Awakened behind him that the Executor requested. Earlier, the Executor specifically sought three of the strongest Awakened possessing ultimate element branching from water, earth, and fire elements.
It was a rather weird request, and Edward thought that he might want a sacrifice again.
But then again, he did it anyway as the Executor's word is absolute.
Just as he presented the three Awakened, Edward paused for a second, he felt extremely bad and this led to him remembering that time when Rex had to do all the dirty things when they were still in the military, knowing that he didn't have the stomach for it.
"How the fuc—"
It was specifically said that Mavenna was needed when they arrived at the Symposium.
Now she was gone, nowhere to be seen.
Fully expecting that she would need to deal with the Executor's wrath, not necessarily because of her fault, but because he wanted to vent, Brigitta prepared herself. However, contrary to what she was expecting, the Executor suddenly stopped mid-sentence and looked down.
Without saying anything, he turned around and simply walked away.
Brigitta and Edward were utterly confused by his actions.
However, as he watched the Executor strode away, he saw something shocking.
It was so shocking that he instinctively turned to Brigitta, searching for confirmation in her eyes. To his surprise, Brigitta mirrored his own shocked expression, silently affirming the undeniable truth they both beheld through one glance.
Looking back at the Executor, Edward saw that his arms and legs were shaking.
Not a normal shaking either.
Edward could tell that these shakings were caused by a source of fear, even the way the Executor missed a step and limp shows that what he thought seemed to be true. "No way, the Executor... he's afraid?"
Meanwhile, inside another quarter not far from where the totems were being made.
Last night, King John accompanied Gistella for half an hour.
He was afraid that Gistella was going to do something reckless like she tried to do if he left her alone without supervision. But thankfully, Gistella spent most of her time contemplating in silence instead of doing anything rash.
Now, he was inside his own quarter, also contemplating about last night.
King John was not contemplating Gistella, but the visit he got from Mavenna instead.
"If I changed sides right now, then what President Sebrof thinks about me will be true. I'm not fit to be a leader if I do that. But, on the other hand, I can't deny that it might be the right path I could take right now..." He muttered inwardly, massaging his throbbing forehead.
Due to working with the Executor, he has never been at peace.
In addition, most of his messengers became distant from him even though they did it subtly.
He could tell that their respect fir him was waning right before his eyes.
Additionally, he couldn't seek console as the Green Messenger went missing, and he doesn't have anyone to talk to about this except himself. "Is it really true that Prof. K delivered that message to me? Does he really think that I'm making a mistake too?"
Just thinking about this made King John sigh heavily, he couldn't come to a decision.
...
"Sir Rex sent his greetings, King John..."
"What? Have you gone mad, Mavenna? The Executor wouldn't like this"
Unlike Brigitta and Edward, King John was tasked to supervise the entire encampment as he has leadership skills and the Executor simply couldn't be bothered with small problems. But he was surprisingly visited by Mavenna in his quarter late in the night.
More shockingly, she instantly said this the moment she stepped inside.
"He wanted me to tell you that he knows of your situation with the Executor, and wanted to offer you a way out. If you comply, then you could see the end to all the mess you caused from your decision and return back to normal" Mavenna ignored his remark and continued.
King John was even more at a loss for words.
He was confused as to how Rex would know about his situation with the Executor.
But then again, if it's Rex, he should have his own methods.
Shaking his head to snap out of his trance, King John looked at Mavenna fiercely and stood up with immense malice. He was not going to be pushed around like this, "I'm not going to listen to you. Mavenna, you're going to answer to the Executor!"
"Really? What if I told you that Prof. K was the one who asked Rex to give you a chance?"
"What...?"