Chapter 74: Riven Blackheart (2)

Chapter 74: Riven Blackheart (2)

Toms gaze flickered over to Aleph amidst the chaos of the morning crowd, as Dungeoneers scrambled for last minute supplies and went over their final equipment checks. Then, his eyes narrowed, his gaze sharpening as he locked onto the hooded man dressed in worn-out, yet surprisingly well made leather armor. While Tom was forced to sift through the throng of people clouding his field of view, the lone dungeoneer walked forward in a straight, unbroken line.

Riven Blackheart? The bearded information broker had asked, before whistling in appreciation. Why do you want to know more about that guy, of all people?

It was a question most unbecoming of one in the information trade, yet one that he had asked anyway.

He heads into the dungeon each day, without fail. Hard to miss the guy, youll find him dressed in black leather armor, metal gauntlets and gray-cloth boots, likely some sort of artifact, The information broker had answered.

But it was the last bit of information that he had offered to them, along with a warning, that had really stuck with Tom.

I dont know why youre looking for him, but Id recommend you steer clear. Not that Id mind it if you actually offed the guy, but the damndest thing is, no one has ever seen him carry a weapon on his person. He just wanders into the dungeon, seemingly unarmed and clearly alone and yet the bastards still kicking. I wouldnt prod a beast like that, not unless youre prepared to get bitten.

Tom didnt know when his interest in Riven had changed from finding a scapegoat to discerning the mans secrets. Was it the nature of [The Fool] that drove him to unearth such a tantalizing mystery? Or was it his own temptation, swayed by the sheer potency of his own powers?

Tom didnt know the answer to that question, but regardless, it was too late to change their plan now.

Too far away, damn it, Tom grumbled under his breath as Riven drew closer to the Dungeons entrance, while he was forced to sidestep and finagle his way through the cramped street.

Then, he took a right and slipped out of his line of sight- now headed directly towards the entrance.

Dont rush it, Tom reminded himself, even as he found himself desperate for a glimpse at Rivens Fool Mark; the jester icon that when accompanied by a number, told him the exact number of Soul Power he needed to cast [Active Shroud- Maya].

Getting spotted by their quarry would make the whole plan fall apart. Copying Rivens likeness would only result in disaster if the man was still roaming around freely in the Nameless District-especially if the Royal Knights caught wind of it.

By the time Tom had reached the alleyway that housed the dungeon entrance, he saw many dungeoneering parties preparing to set out but. there was no sign of Riven.

Ensuring that there were no visible emotional fluctuations reflected on his visage, Toms gaze swept through the surroundings, catching Aleph leaning on the right wall, merely a few paces away from the dungeon entrance. Her hood was drawn over her easily identifiable silver hair, a simple cloth mask shrouding her mouth and nose.

Not surprised to see her having arrived before him, Tom walked over and took his place at her side.

No. But Im curious, Tom admitted. Fight? No, he had no interest in fighting Riven Blackheart. The real question being- what could he learn from him? What could Active Shroud- Maya glean from such a clinical fighter.

I had glossed over him as a potential candidate for recruitment because I thought him a coward. Killing a dungeoneer is one thing, but an entire squad there are many means that could accomplish such a thing, between potent poisons and volatile alchemical brews, but I have no interest in such treacherous means.

And now? Tom asked.

It appears that I might have been mistaken, Aleph conceded. So, follow or retreat?

We follow for now. Watch him from a comfortable distance and see if we can figure out more about his fighting style; a secret or two, maybe. He might be powerful, but I doubt hed be able to take out the two of us working together if it came to a fight.

Im fine with that. If he has a powerful artifact., Aleph trailed off. Tom wasnt entirely sure if he liked the look in her eyes, but that moment wasnt the right time to argue.

So, he simply followed.

A pair of eyes peeked from behind the entrance of Sector 9s first crucible.

Toms breathing was slow and stable, his expression masked by the shadows he sought refuge in as he angled his gaze towards the lone man in the entire arena. Scattered across the black stone tiling were the lifeless bodies of even more Phantasmal beasts, these ones of higher level than the ones found on the outskirts.

But Tom only spared them a cursory glance as his eyes focused onto his quarry.

The dungeoneers appearance was irrelevant. All that mattered was the glowing Jester icon that floated above his head and the number next to it.

Tom didnt even realize when the color had drained from his face. He didnt even notice the light quivering in his legs as his mind finally registered the number he had seen before.

It was the highest no, it was beyond the highest beyond anything he had seen so far.

Seventy-nine.

Seventy-nine.

Then, with a flurry of motion, Riven Blackhearts head swiveled to the side, meeting Toms own gaze.