Chapter 263: Child of this planet

Chapter 263: Child of this planet

The area where the fight happened is destroyed, the walls have been crushed and the road is full of deep craters from the duos attacks. For the first time, I detect the attackers mana in the air. And I recognize the signature almost immediately.

Oh my, isn't this interesting?

After looking over the corpses of these lynthari shes probably known for over a hundred years, Myrra follows me, and both of us enter the tower.

This is the biggest tower I've entered so far, and yet it stood in the shadow of the Living Tree, dwarfed by it. But on its own, this building is impressive, and the fact that it still looks so good after so much time tells a lot about the way it was built.

The hallway is massive as well, with polished stone floors, covered in a light coat of debris, dust, and fresh blood, accompanied by a few more corpses.

Under my feet, broken glass and the remains of old furniture crunch and clatter echoing across the room, but I don't mind it that much, and Myrra seems to agree. Currently, the lyntharis face bears a strange expression, somewhere between anger, sadness, and something I cant identify.

At the end of the trail, we find Isola sitting on the last remaining piece of furniture. The pale, black-haired guild master of Obsidian Circle greets us with a smile, waving at us with a hand covered in blood.

"Feral angry kitten and invader Myrra, it's nice to see you!" She greets us.

"Who is here with you?" I ask curiously instead of returning her greeting.

The other person I sense in the tower is somewhere far above us and using something that makes it difficult to identify their signature, no matter how hard I try.

"It's probably a secret, but who cares," Isola jumps to her feet, the old armchair behind her cracking. "It's Thalen," she says.

Isola sends a pulse of mana shoots toward the signature Ive carefully detected. Most likely a warning or a call for help.

Without much trouble, I reach out and disrupt it before it even reaches the ceiling.

"That's rude, Nathaniel," I note that she calls me by name. "You know I won't have a chance against you and Miss Invader without Thalens help."

"Isn't that your problem?" I reply.

"I guess," Isola shakes her head, and after looking at Myrra, she looks back at me. "Are you with the invaders now?"

"I'm on my own side. What you and the lynthari do is not my problem."

The pale woman laughs. "You talk as if youre not even one of us." As she speaks, the tattoos on her forearms increase in size spreading all over her body, changing their shape and effects adapting to her fighting style. And I let her, carefully observing what she does.

"But you always did that, didn't you?" Isola stretches her body lazily. Muscles under her skin move, showing the strength of her body.

[Stoneheart - lvl 228]

"What are you and Thalen doing here?" Myrra asks for the first time.

Isola answers without hesitation, "Thalen had a spy among the scavengers that went to the Old Capital, and they located a few really interesting items, so we came to get them. You know, mostly the kind of thing that only works against lynthari. Poison against you guys, paralyzing enchantments. Stuff our ancestors were using during the war."nove(l)bi(n.)com

"So it's gotten that far?" Myrra asks in a somber tone.

"Yes, the Colonys attack didn't help, and between you and the Matriarch being gone, things went to... well, to shit. You will have to tell me why you decided not to come back, Miss Invader Myrra. Still, I don't think you being there would change things much."

A presence Ive felt moving closer the entire time stops hiding its signature, and the older red-haired man reveals himself.

Thalen, guild master of Luminous Order, the only human healer in Virelia.

[Pulsebinder - lvl 234]

The warm mana that I know so well radiates from him, and the small tattoo on Isolas neck glows brighter. A mark left by the healer that works not unlike the Crown of Lily that I used.

Isola immediately heals, at a speed much faster than Lily can pull off.

I dont think there is a reason for us to fight, the man says. His voice is calm and confident, and I notice him holding an orb that he seems to be operating with his mana.

Little Thalen, who do you even think you are? Ive known you ever since you were a brat, barely reaching my waist, and now you take such a tone with me? Myrra's canines show and her cat-like ears stand up, her swinging tail showing her annoyance.

Miss Myrra, I have nothing but respect for you and do not wish for us to fight.

Interesting to hear from the one who went looking for weapons to use against lynthari, Myrra's canines extend even more.

Thalen looks at Isola, who just smiles playfully, and then he sighs, turning his attention to Myrra again, Its not something I want to use. The weapon will only be there to make sure the lynthari are willing to have a conversation with us. I promise not to use it as long as you dont threaten us.

Sounds quite reasonable, doesnt it? Curious, I observe the white-haired lynthari.

Thalen, dear little Thalen, I always hated you for spewing such bullshit with a straight face, taking a step towards Isola, Myrra continues to stare at the red-haired man.

Its all for us humans, Miss Myrra. I think it's reasonable to strive to be free of you, especially after we found out that our world was invaded by you. A circle of mana appears behind him, its diameter half the length of his body.

That circle starts glowing, and Thalen floats over the railing and into the air over Myrra. Mana radiates from the man, his pure white clothes contrasting with his stark red hair.

He spreads his arms, You dont even seem to be interested in the title of lynthari matriarch, so I ask you, no, I beg you, allow us humans to decide on our own. Allow us to decide whether we can live with lynthari or if we just cant bear it anymore. His face takes on a sad expression.

Thalen then turns to me, And for you, guild master of Angry Kittens, Nathaniel Gwyn, I ask you to stand on the side of your race, as you are also a child of this planet.

Even though he tries so hard, I notice his tone change slightly. Almost imperceptibly as he says the name of our guild. A hint of contempt, as if even saying such words out loud is beneath him.

Yeah, no, I respond.

May I ask you why?

I dont like the name of your guild. What is it even, Luminous Disorder?

Its Luminous Order, Guildmaster Gwyn.

Looming Disorder?

Luminous Order.

Oh, Ruminous Border.

...Guildmaster Gwyn, did I get on your bad side somehow?