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Chapter 326: Gate in the Mountain
He woke up before the sun rose.
The sky was still dark, but there was a faint light on the horizon. Kyrian got up, stretched, and removed his black Verdant Sword robe.
In its place, he put on the robe of the Blood Court.
The dark-red fabric adjusted to his body like a second skin. He looked at himself for a moment, then thought of something.
His sword eyes glowed and then disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, the sword-shaped pupils dissolved. His entire eyes turned into a deep crimson, glowing with a sinister light in the dimness of the room.
Kyrian left the courtyard.
He walked to the front of the sect’s main hall. The sun had not yet risen, but there were already people waiting for him.
Feng Yuan stood at the front, with Mei Ran right behind him. Several elders of the sect were around them, dressed in their best robes.
Feng Yuan was the first to speak.
"Kyrian. The sect and I truly thank you for everything you have done for us."
His voice was deep, filled with restrained emotion.
"Even though you accepted me as your master, I couldn’t teach you many things. After all, you were the greatest genius I have ever met."
He paused.
"I won’t say much. Just be careful on your path from now on. I know you are going to places increasingly greater and more dangerous. You have to take care of yourself."
Kyrian listened to everything in silence, then nodded.
"You don’t need to worry."
Feng Yuan smiled, a sad but sincere smile. He patted Kyrian’s shoulder firmly.
Mei Ran then stepped forward.
"Kyrian, you will always be welcome here. No matter where you go or what you become. The Verdant Sword will be your home."
Kyrian made a slight bow.
"Thank you, Elder Mei Ran."
The other elders said their goodbyes one by one. Kyrian did not have deep ties with most of them, but he treated them with respect. A slight bow for each. No more, no less.
When the farewells ended, Feng Yuan and the others remained in the central area, watching.
Kyrian went down to the stables in the inner area.
Arcon was there, with his black-winged horse. The beast raised its head upon seeing him, its red eyes glowing with recognition. The black wings opened slightly, as if they knew it was time to leave.
Kyrian mounted its back.
"Let’s go." He said, in a low voice.
Arcon beat its wings. The wind rose around them.
And then they took off.
Kyrian did not look back.
The Verdant Sword Sect was left behind, shrinking until it became a small dot on the ground. The cutting wind of the sky struck his face, but he did not blink.
His crimson eyes glowed like two embers in the dimness of dawn.
Ahead, the horizon stretched endlessly.
The Blood Court awaited him.
The journey back to the Blood Court was not rushed.
Kyrian had no tight deadlines nor urgent commitments. He could simply fly and let the wind guide his path. Arcon cut through the skies with its black wings, carrying its master on its back like a living shadow against the blue of the sky.
Day after day, the landscape changed beneath them.
Dense forests gave way to yellowed prairies. Prairies gave way to deserts of spiritual sand that shone under the sunlight. Deserts gave way to mountain ranges covered in eternal snow.
Kyrian observed everything with his crimson eyes, but his mind was elsewhere. He thought about what lay ahead.
The Blood Court awaited him.
Every few days, Kyrian had Arcon land in some isolated place. The black winged horse needed to rest and eat. Kyrian took some low-grade spiritual stones from his spatial ring and offered them to the beast, which crushed them with its powerful jaws as if they were grains.
While Arcon fed, Kyrian took the opportunity to meditate or mentally review the knowledge he had learned. The wind blew around them, and the silence of the mountains or deserts was broken only by the sound of stones being crushed by the horse’s teeth.
After a few hours, they resumed the journey.
Kyrian expected the trip to proceed normally until the territory of the Blood Court. There was no reason for setbacks. The route was direct, the sky was clear, and Arcon was strong.
But fate, at times, likes to play tricks.
It was the late afternoon of another day of travel. The sun was low on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple. Kyrian was flying over a rugged mountain range, already close to the border of the Blood Court. He recognized that region, he was only two days of flight from his destination.
That was when his crimson eyes caught something strange.
On a mountain to his left, embedded in the rocky slope like a wound in the stone, there was a large gate. It was not a common construction. Kyrian immediately realized that something was hiding it, an illusion formation enveloped the entire place, distorting the light and deceiving the eyes.
But his eyes were not ordinary.
The illusion formation did not affect him. He saw the gate clearly, a structure of dark stone, with ancient symbols carved into its surface. There was also a barrier formation, protecting whatever lay on the other side.
Kyrian frowned.
A hidden gate in the middle of a mountain, protected by two formations? That was not the work of nature. Someone had built that. And the fact that it was hidden suggested that it contained something valuable or something someone did not want to be found.
Curious, Kyrian had Arcon descend.
The black-winged horse glided in circles over the mountain before landing on a rocky platform near the gate. Kyrian dismounted and walked to the entrance.
Up close, the formations were more visible. The illusion distorted the air around the gate, creating a false image of the rock wall. But Kyrian saw through it as if it were glass.