Chapter 34: Scouting.
Hannah turned her head and glanced toward the one-handed axe resting against the far end of the workbench.
Unlike the ordinary weapons scattered throughout the smithy, its surface carried intricate silver runes that flowed across the black metal in elegant patterns. They weren’t actually glowing, but whenever the light from the forge struck them, they shimmered faintly, giving the illusion that the weapon possessed a life of its own.
Hannah walked over.
"This one?"
She looked back at Damien.
"It’s not something we forged. We found it inside the Tower... Most of the Tower’s relics are like this. They carry strange enchantments that ordinary blacksmiths can’t reproduce. This axe has one simple ability..."
She casually tossed it across the smithy.
The weapon spun end over end before suddenly changing direction midair, as though an invisible hand had caught it. An instant later, it flew straight back into Hannah’s waiting palm.
"It always returns to its owner."
She gave the axe a small twirl.
"Andrea’s sword is the same. Not the same enchantment, of course, but another relic recovered from the ruins of humanity. The deeper people venture inside, the more absurd the things they bring back become."
Damien’s eyes slightly narrowed.
"This explains why the weapons we found in the tunnels were still perfectly preserved, Yuri’s katana should have an enchantment as well, same for Chad’s spear if he hasn’t lost it, my bow seemed pretty ordinary though. Andrea, is this why you want to occupy the ruins, for resources?".
Hannah tossed the axe toward Damien without the slightest warning.
He caught it with one hand.
The weapon’s dark metal head had been polished to a deep obsidian sheen, while the black haft was wrapped in worn leather that sat comfortably in his grip, as though it had been made specifically for his hand.
Damien slowly turned it over, admiring the flawless black finish before lightly testing its weight with a few casual swings.
A satisfied smile crept across his face.
"Thanks, Hannah".
Hannah glanced at the axe.
"Don’t go around thanking me yet, if old man Bo finds out I gave you his treasure, he’s going to skin both of us alive, but the axe deserves to see some action, I hope it serves you well".
He nodded.
"It will, I promise".
It certainly will, I can’t exactly shoot people standing right in front of me, especially when they have dormant abilities that I don’t yet understand, this axe will definitely serve me well".
... ...
With his new bow and axe secured at his waist and the quiver resting comfortably against his back, Damien left the smithy behind and headed toward the encampment’s main gate.
Before long, the towering wooden barricades marking the camp’s outer perimeter came into view, guarded by a handful of weary sentries.
Three figures were already waiting near the exit.
Two were women, standing a short distance apart, while the third remained completely concealed beneath a long hooded cloak that covered every inch of their body. Even their hands were hidden beneath the heavy fabric, making it impossible for Damien to tell whether the person beneath was a man or a woman.
The taller of the two women glanced at Damien, her lips curling ever so slightly. The look she gave him was cold, dismissive, and quietly condescending.
"You’re late, the next time you waste my time like this I will leave you to die in the cold".
Damien’s expression was a picture of calm and indifference.
"I’m guessing Leslie, the genes are definitely unmistakable".
When Damien didn’t acknowledge her, Leslie merely snorted, the corner of her lips curling with quiet contempt before she looked away.
The other woman was slender, but there was nothing delicate about her. Her frame was lean, more reminiscent of a man who had spent years on the battlefield than a lady. A long sword hung at her waist, complementing the sharp jawline that completed her austere appearance.
Damien frowned lightly.
"How opaque, but she could be trouble if she knows how to use that sword".
Sensing Damien’s gaze, the woman smiled lightly.
"I’m Paige, normally we would each explain our dormant ability and status effects if any, but Leslie doesn’t really trust you, and besides. We already know all of yours".
Damien cursed inwardly.
"I appreciate your good intentions, Seris, but now everyone is aware of my basic abilities, but it doesn’t matter. I decided to equip myself with an axe just for this specific reason, at least, now if they try something, I can surprise them".
Damien nodded helplessly, they knew he couldn’t force them to speak. But they also couldn’t force him to acknowledge them, so Damien turned to the silent member of their little scouting party.
Paige smirked coldly.
"Just like you, they don’t talk much".
Damien gave another small nod and waited for Leslie to take the lead.
Without a word, Leslie broke into a steady run, with Paige following close behind.
Before long, only Damien and the strangely cloaked party member remained at the rear of the group, trailing silently behind the others.
"Congratulations, Truly. I can’t seem to tell whom I hate more between you two, I was actually hoping this scouting mission will be quiet and successful, but instead you all bring your personal grudges and opinions with you, you clearly have no respect for the mission itself... While I remain devoted to the cause, Andrea... Now let’s say a few mistakes happen while we’re on this all important mission, surely you would defend me, your glorified foot soldier".
Damien’s eyes suddenly turned frigid as they locked onto Leslie’s back.
A chill crawled up Leslie’s spine.
She instinctively turned her head, only to find Damien calmly surveying the snow-covered landscape, his expression as still and tranquil as a lake without the slightest ripple.
Leslie frowned.
"Must’ve been my imagination."
...
More than a day passed.
Apart from a few short breaks, the group spent almost the entire journey running through the frozen wilderness.
Eventually, Leslie raised a hand.
Everyone came to an immediate stop.
Keeping low, she led them to the crest of a snow-covered hill before gesturing for them to look.
Damien slowly peeked over the edge.
Below them lay an enormous Eidolon encampment.
Hundreds of crude tents had been erected across the frozen plain, while over two thousand Eidolons milled about in an unsettling display of order.
Damien narrowed his eyes as he spotted a familiar figure.
"Hey there Chiefty".