Eternal Saṃsāra: The Wanderer of Worlds, Book 2

[203] Demons For a Greeting?

 Chapter 203: Demons For a Greeting?

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The Demonic Phoenix God of Destructive Flames sat in his gloomy office, as usual. Before him, a subordinate kneeled, making a report.

"As you've said, sir," said the imp-looking creature wearing a classy suit, "I've looked into it, and the Ahaiyutes we've sent have indeed been killed. According to a report, Sieran the Wise was seen in that area. However, she was accompanying an unknown young man who wielded a sword."

"I see. As expected," the Dark God grumbled. "We have an unknown force at work here. Keep your eyes and ears open and report to me anything out of the ordinary immediately."

"Understood, sir," the minion nodded.

"And..." the Phoenix hummed for a second, deciding, "Send seven True Ahaiyutes to Thalindra, the Grand Duchy's capital. Since it's Sieran the Wise, there's a chance that she'll visit her old companion, the Duchess. So send some Ahaiyute to cause some ruckus there, while a few of them would maintain distance and just watch the situation unfold. That way, we should see the culprit in action even if we were to sacrifice a few decent products."

True Grade Ahaiyute were harder to make, it took a lot of time and resources, but sending anything below a True Grade wouldn't cause a ruckus since many strong adventurers and knights had their base in Thalindra. So some sacrifices were required.

"Understood," the minion bowed and left, leaving the Dark God to ponder by himself.

These days, he felt like the air was odd on this planet. For starters, his Avatar hadn't been revived yet. If not for Blood Tower where he was putting a lot of his power, authority, and senses at work, he'd have sped up the process of his Avatar's revival. He was unable to provide that help due to circumstances, but it still shouldn't take this long.

Was something... wrong?

I did call for reinforcements, but I merely asked for scouts. Should I ask for some heavy hitters too? The Dark God contemplated. As a deity, he certainly had pride, but he also had another thing. Caution. If there was a danger in this world indeed, while he was confident he'd be able to take care of it, what if something went wrong? In such a scenario, when they were so close to the pearl's creation, it was better to be cautious.

"Fine," he let out a raspy sigh. "I should call for some heavy hitters too, I suppose."

Since he already asked for scouts, as in those who were nimble and acted as spies, he should call for their leader, their God, for help too.

Umbrithar, the Obsidian Stalker, God of Shadows and Portals. It was a friend of his. Compared to other Gods, the Dark Phoenix was close to that entity who always wore a black plague-doctor mask.

If he responds positively, The Phoenix noted, then it should be possible to invade that little Sun, this world's Heaven, too.

He didn't want to do this since that would make him owe a favor to Umbrithar, one important enough to earn a World Pearl. But as always, better safe than sorry.

The Demonic Phoenix God of Destructive Flames would rather not regret his choice when so close to the pearl.

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Sieran and I walked through the bustling streets of Thalindra, hand in hand. She had changed her outfit to cover her shoulders with a capelet, and it did as a passive spell that made the average crowd not recognize her. On top of that, she looked cuter in it.

Cobblestones echoed beneath our feet, and the vibrant marketplace buzzed with activity. Street vendors called out their wares, children played in the alleys, and the air was filled with the mingling scents of exotic spices and freshly baked bread. The smell of nature that this elf let out only made this place that much more enjoyable.