Chapter 635: The Man Who Sold Us Out
The mineral ore slowly slipped off Northern's hands as he turned and caught a glance of the man who entered the smithy.
His eyes widened and trembled. Eleina, as she saw this, had immediately raised her voice...
"Heyyy..." only for her to stop as she beheld Northern's countenance.
She felt the fiery flames of her soul flicker and tousle to hide away from the ominous light faintly radiating in his eyes.
Eleina had only felt this way once in her entire life. She prided herself on her edge-sharp instincts and ability to sense danger faster and deeper than every other drifter, even the elites.
Right now, she was utterly confused and devastated at what she was feeling. The level of danger she perceived from Northern made her freeze in place, cold sweat running down her back.
But nothing devastated her more than the thought that throughout the past three weeks he had been working in the forge, she had never once perceived him to be dangerous at all. Not even slightly once!
Northern, oblivious of the air change around him, carefully watched as the man spoke to Santhik at the entrance of the forge.
The man had a stoic face, just like then. There was nothing extraordinary about his entire persona. In fact, he was too ordinary.
His body formation was something that could have been forged only by years of painful hard work. A total mob that struggled to find his place in a luxurious society but, however, due to his hardworking virtue and determination, had still managed to fit in somewhere.
Now that Northern observed him, he couldn't help but feel...
'There's hell in no way he wouldn't have known about it!' Northern growled internally.
Eventually, the man finished discussing with Santhik and turned away. As he stepped outside, Northern followed.
"I'm sorry, Master. I'll be back in a minute," Northern said, not caring to check if the message was well received, and vanished.
He literally vanished.
Eleina was right behind him, watching him with caution, widening her eyes. And all of a sudden, before her very sharp eyes, he was no more.
No one in that workshop had eyes fast enough to have followed Northern's movement.
Most of them didn't even know that he had gone. Only those closer to his area of the forge suddenly saw him vanish.
But Northern did not disappear. He just ran.
The past few weeks had been tempering his body ferociously. His reforming muscles were now even affecting his movements-which was a main coordination of the only speed talent Northern had.
The man who had come out of the forge was casually walking behind two tall buildings. He was a clerk delivering messages to the non-combative school, since they were so far away, and was going to the next building, which was the Artificing workshop.
However, he suddenly stopped as he felt something tingle behind his neck.
He was about to turn his neck to look back when his eyes suddenly widened.
An overwhelming pressure fell on him. It was so vivid that he felt his heart immediately begin to squeeze.
Following the intense pressure that fell on the atmosphere was a swift change in the scenery which he had no idea when it happened.
The man suddenly felt like he had lost track of time.
'Where was I going? Where was I coming from? What is this place?'
A cold, dark, and sinister hall stretched out before his eyes. Colossal pillars that made him feel like an ant flanked his right and left. The room was so enormous.
He tried to move only to discover that he was more affected than he thought he was.
His legs were frozen, and even though he was standing, he couldn't feel them again.
"Come on!" Frustration gnawing at his throat, he punched his thighs, his crumpled face begging for them to obey him.
But even his strong legs recognized the might of whom they stood before.
A sound-like the powerful blow of a swift storm-suddenly tore through the echoing silence of the hall, prompting the man to raise his head.
Before him, bluish-black flames danced sinisterly, like dark and vicious cannibals dancing around a bonfire as they celebrated their kill.
The ominous flames cast down the silhouette of a figure atop a tall whitish throne behind them.
From behind the flames, the eyes of the figure gleamed with a wicked light. Faint tendrils of darkness swirled around him like a restless storm.
The air seemed to bend under the weight of his presence. The pressure was so immense that the man fell to his knees without realizing it.
"Please. I have no idea what went wrong? Or how I got here? I didn't mean to intrude on you, sir..."
He did not know what he was doing, but his primitive sense could tell immediately. The distance of power between him and the creature behind those flames was even larger than the distance between the sky and the ground.
It was in his best interest that he acted as meek as possible and found whatever way he could to get out of this situation alive.
"You have no idea what you did wrong?" Northern's voice resonated throughout the hall, echoing like sparkling jewels jingling across the neck of an ethereal beauty.
The man suddenly threw his face left as he belatedly felt something.
A pale, black-haired boy was standing next to him with a small but certainly vicious smile on
his lips.
The boy shrugged with his head, "You probably had no idea what you were doing when you willfully agreed to send those students to their deaths two years ago."
Northern's eyes burned even more wickedly. He glared at the man, taking one slow step after the other as he said.
"I bet you had a beautiful night. You were paid handsomely for fulfilling your quota of the job, right? You led a hundred of students to their ruin, with no remorse, deceived and sent us
to die."
Northern paused, his eyes taking an interesting look into the depth of the man's soul, a
distorted expression climbing his face.
"Did it feel good? You grinned at the thought of it, didn't you? You bastard..."
The man, Oland, knelt there, his eyes trembling, and soul broken.