33 Risen#re - Chapter 359

Lirian hurriedly dove of the top of the wall like he was jumping into a swimming pool and activated levitate, he hovered by the ledge and hid away from the sight of the patrolling adapt.

As the adapt walked past, the guards nodded their heads respectfully, but they said nothing about Lirian and continued with their guard duty, once the adapt was long gone, Lirian climbed back to the top of the wall and scanned the entire wall.

Lirian discovered that there were four adapts, walking along the wall and keeping an eye on the ballistae, the adapts were spaced an equal distance from each-other.

Lirian followed behind the adapt and made sure to stay out of his range of detection, as he followed behind the adapt, he stopped by every ballista and repeated the rigging process on them.

The adapt remained utterly clueless, that he was failing miserably in his task of protecting the ballistae and continued to walk proudly.

It took almost an hour for Lirian to complete the rigging, when he was done he sniggered at the adapts back and dropped down from the wall, this time he landed in the courtyard of the keep.

Lirian strolled through the beautiful gardens like they belong to him and kept his ‘Gods Gaze’ fixed on the keep.

He peered beyond the walls and started to identify all the energy signatures within, he started with searching for the three third graders.

As he looked through the castle however he only spotted one, it was Conner and right next to him was an adapt, Lirian recognised the energy signature, it belonged to Reyna.

‘It seems that he is with his daughter,’ Lirian realised, and continued looking through the keep looking for the other two, but after minutes of scanning the keep, he found nothing which caused Lirian to frown.

But suddenly something peculiar caught his eye, something which he never expected to encounter within House Kurt’s walls, there were three adepts huddled together in a room, radiating a bright green glow.

Lirian was both relieved to find such existences, but at the same time he wondered what such people were doing within House Kurt’s keep, Lirian was certain that those beings had nothing to do with House Kurt, at least he hoped.

‘Well I’ll just hope that they aren’t House Kurt’s allies, it would be a pity to have to kill such existences so soon after discovering that they exist,” he thought and returned to his original task.

Lirian used Izlandi’s memories to act as a reference and looked at the places she knew her father spent most of his time, but when he looked through those areas, there was absolutely nothing.

“Are they in possessions of items that can block energy flow,” Lirian wondered aloud, his ‘Gods Gaze’ was able to observe all flows of energy, but it was limited by only a single factor and that was intrinsic energy quality(I.E.Q).

The higher Lirian’s I.E.Q the more he would be able see, but he couldn’t identify anything that could disrupt ‘Gods Gaze’.

Just as Lirian was starting to believe that something unseen was at work he spotted a familiar orange glow coming from an area outside the keep.

Lirian slipped through the darkness in complete silence and soon came across the area where Lord Rupid was currently residing.

It was a large building filled with hundreds of massive boxes, Lirian kept his distance and used a detection barrier to identify what was inside the boxes.

Lirian learnt that the boxes were filled with bolts for the ballistae, there were hundreds of boxes and each one held a hundred ,3-foot-long, bolts.

Due to the destructive power the ballistae held, not even the bolts would be reusable after being fired, they would either shatter or they would be severely warped, rendering them unfit for reusage.

Thus, the need to have tons of ammunition, and from the way things looked Rupid was guarding the bolts.

Lirian chuckled softly and moved away from the storage house, he might have considered attacking the bolts, but after rigging the siege engines, Lirian thought that it would be humorous for them to have all the bolts in the world, but broken weapons that will shoot the bolts a few feet forward.

Lirian continued to scan the surroundings for the third orange signature, but no matter where he looked his eyes failed to find anything, ‘Maybe his gone out for a walk, perhaps he wanted to breathe in the fresh air of a blood stained city,’ Lirian mused whimsically.

After a while Lirian gave up on spotting him and proceeded into the keep, he flew up and entered through an open window.

Lirian created a detection barrier around him so that the outlines of everything within 20 feet would appear clearly in his mind and he gradually made his way through the keep.

Even if Lirian couldn’t find the old ancestor, he wasn’t about to let that stop him, it wasn’t like he was afraid of him in any case, it was merely convenient to know where all the important figures were located.

As Lirian entered he had to sneak through the side corridors that were reserved for the servants, the top floors currently held all the important figures in the family and was constantly patrolled by novices and soldiers, it was like a military parade.

Lirian’s destination however was in the lower parts of the keep, as Lirian reached the lower floors, it was almost completely empty.

Lirian moved through the corridors and soon found the entrance to the dungeon, there were two guards sitting under a blazing torch and playing a game of cards.

They were so engrossed in their game, that Lirian suspected he could walk past them and they wouldn’t notice him, but just for good measure Lirian snuck up on them and smacked their heads together.

The two slumped down on the table, and if anyone saw them they would think that the two lazy fellows dozed off during their shift.

With the two guards out of the way Lirian entered the dungeons, in search of Lady Liberia’s daughter Althea Marshall.

There were several cells with occupants, and with every cell he passed, Lirian heard more and more whispers.

Then he heard a couple of voice’s, voice’s that were familiar, Lirian was surprised to hear them down here of all places.

Lirian followed the familiar voices, and as he drew closer he could hear the clanking of steel chains, and pained whispers coming from the people.

Lirian noticed that the current cells he was walking through were different from the last, there were numerous cains bolted to the ceilings it was more like a torture area.

When Lirian drew closer, he touched his hair and ripples started to spread from his hand, in seconds his hair changed from silver to black, just like when he was in Willcolly, just like when they found him.

Lirian stopped in front of the cell and the occupants all turned to him, with faces aghast and trembling eyes.

“It’s funny isn’t it how time can change a person’s role,” Lirian said with a chuckle, when last he met this group, he was the one dangling from chains, but now the roles were reversed.

Amongst their numbers only four were cultivators, and Lirian quickly identified the one he remembered the most fondly.

“I told you that I’d remember,” Lirian said while facing Colten, “Though I am curious, when last we travelled together I remember how all the members of your squad referred to you as House Kurt’s golden boy,” Lirian said with fondness.

The squad members all winched when Lirian spoke about travelling together, he made it sound as if it was a fun time, but they knew that it was the absolute opposite, at least it was for Lirian.

“So, tell me, how did a golden boy such as yourself wind up in a place like this?” Lirian asked with a joyous laugh.

“You… bastard, you tricked us,” Colten tried to shout, but his voice came out in raspy croaks.