The Refuge of Fate

Chapter 148 - Reunion

Asher sat quietly on his bed, his eyes staring blankly at the floor as he processed what had just happened. Silas had barged into his room in the middle of the night, healed his blindness, and announced that Taron was about to go to war with Belmaid and Heron against Cresencia. It was the final battle.

What he couldn't process, though, was how different Silas was. He was certain that, for a second, he had seen an entity that shouldn't be freely roaming the mortal world. It was only a glisten of the man's aura, but he could never forget seeing something like that. Then, all of a sudden, it disappeared as if it purposefully teased him with the vast heights he would never see again.

A few moments later, Silas felt like a normal human again, as if the laws of aura and power manifested between a mortal like him and a god like the young king.

"I need to find out more..." he mumbled to himself. The next person who instantly appeared in his mind was his father, who must have known about this all along.

He hastily got up from his bed and walked toward the door, determined to discuss the war that was bound to happen in the middle of winter.

Right. His father surely knows—

Asher stopped once he opened the door of his chambers. His eyes instantly landed on the figure lying unconscious in front of it. Her copper hair was dirty and unruly. Her once beautiful, soft skin was now covered in dirt, and the fine dresses she once wore were replaced by commoner fabrics. Soft breaths escaped her lips as she soundly slept on the hard floor. The world seemed to pause for the crown prince as he immediately recognized the woman.

"E-Elena..." he mumbled, freezing in his spot.

There was no way he was hallucinating right now, right? This couldn't be a dream either, considering his vision had just been restored by Silas a few minutes ago.

"Mmm..." Elena grumbled in her sleep as she turned around, facing the other way. An object immediately caught Asher's attention.

He leaned down, picked up the piece of paper that Elena was lying on, and saw that something was written on it. Asher grimaced when he instantly knew who it came from.

"Let's have some tea soon, Your Highness!" Was what's written on the paper.

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It was deep in the night now and he groaned as he was tired going from place to place.

Silas sighed as he tilted his head slightly and stretched his arms.

It sure was a long day.

Once he felt his limbs stretched enough, he turned his head to look at the window where a full moon was reflecting light upon the world. He hummed as he kept staring at the moon. "Seems like I was right," he muttered before turning his back on the window and walked inside the room.

It was empty. No trace of life could be seen. Unintentionally, the young king yawned as he wanted to lay on the bed and have some rest before starting his day tomorrow but he knew he had to be somewhere else right now.

Deciding that it was too much work to change his clothes right now, he walked out of the bedroom and trotted down the hallway which led to some rooms that have never been used in the palace.

He stopped for a second when he reached the stairs that led down to the underground area and took the lamp that hung there.

Using his fire magic, he ignited the gasoline lamp and started descending the dark stairs.

He couldn't even see the steps further but it was as if he knew where to place his foot next. It did take him a while to walk down because it sure was a long line of stairs going down.