Capítulo 49: THE AFTERMATH
Their entrance into the dream realm provided a brief respite from the imminent danger. In the blink of an eye, both of them disappeared from the room, as if their presence in the physical world had never been.
As they vanished, Oswyn materialized in the room, seemingly emerging from thin air. Sending out his aura, he meticulously examined the area, detecting the traces of their recent presence. However, they have now mysteriously vanished.
'Could it be a jumper?' Oswyn contemplated silently, finding the notion of a dream diver existing in the mundane world quite unusual.
Following his return from investigating the disturbance, he couldn't help but wonder about the strange occurrence that made him head in the direction where he had heard the anomalies, knowing that Kove had ventured that way following a report of unusual events.
Upon arriving at the scene, Oswyn discovered Kove in a severely battered state, missing an arm. The sight made it clear that whoever had been involved in this altercation was exceptionally powerful.
Oswyn found himself grappling with an unsettling question: Could that man be the one responsible for these incidents, and to what extent was he willing to go? Unfortunately, he had no clear answers, and the enigmatic circumstances left him in a state of uncertainty and concern.
As Oswyn contemplated his next steps, a phone call interrupted his thoughts. The contents of the call were so infuriating that he felt the urge to incinerate the entire house to ashes, but he managed to maintain control. Instead, he disappeared from the location, leaving behind the unsettling scene to attend to the urgent matter that had arisen.
Returning to the main building where he had been just a few minutes ago, Oswyn couldn't help but sense the prevailing atmosphere of sadness, which was entirely justified.
He held deep affection for the House of the Gentle Tablet, having been born and raised there. Witnessing the somber expressions of those around him, a seething anger began to build within him.
The tragic news was grim and difficult to bear—Lily and Gibs were no more. They had perished in the line of duty, a sacrifice that was undoubtedly honorable, yet the sight of their charred remains fueled Oswyn's anger.
Lily had held the promise of a bright future, and Gibs had been a respected mentor to nearly everyone in their midst. He had played a crucial role in training and guiding the younger generation, preparing them for their duties in other locations. The loss was felt deeply by everyone, and Oswyn's anger at the injustice of it all only grew stronger.
"Who was responsible?" Oswyn inquired, his voice laden with an intensity that sent shivers down the spines of those present, their cores nearly on the brink of breaking under the weight of his inquiry. The desire for answers and justice was palpable in the room.
A man with blonde hair stepped forward and began to relay his findings. He described how one of their own had been killed by an individual in a black suit whom they suspected to be part of their own team. The information hinted at the possibility of an internal conflict or betrayal among their ranks.
"I want all of their identities revealed by tomorrow. It's natural to grieve, but I'm certain they wouldn't wish this for any of you. Do you want this to happen to someone else?" Oswyn asked, his voice resonating with a compelling force that instilled determination in everyone present. The urgency of the situation and the prospect of preventing future tragedies galvanized them into action.
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Next day morning:
"So, you're saying they both died?" Alaya inquired of the red-haired man, her surprise evident. Her own condition was far from ideal, with a wound in her chest slowly mending. She was well aware of the remarkable capabilities possessed by the two individuals in question, making her wonder how they had met their end rather than escaping, as they were capable of.
"They most likely met their end at the hands of that new guy you introduced, who also came after me. I had to flee, but then the House of the Gentle Tablet's enforcers arrived, and it seemed he abandoned his pursuit of me for them," the red-haired man explained. Hearing this, Alaya couldn't help but widen her eyes in shock and realization. The situation was more complex and dangerous than she had initially thought.
Alaya found it difficult to believe the red-haired man's account, as she knew he was coreless. It seemed inconceivable that someone without a core could be powerful enough to kill two individuals who each possessed two fully saturated cores. The mystery deepened, and her skepticism grew stronger.
Alaya couldn't contain her curiosity and inquired, "Do you have any information about him? Where is he now? Did he succeed in obtaining the compass?" These were the questions that weighed most heavily on her mind, and she eagerly sought answers.
The red-haired man responded, "I don't have any concrete information, but there have been rumors circulating within the House of the Gentle Tablet. They speak of a thief who managed to steal nearly 13 relics. The description matches that of a ghostly figure with ashen skin and wearing a stovepipe hat." As he relayed this information, he couldn't help but notice the simmering anger in Alaya's calm gaze.
"So, I assume Emilie is not in her room," Alaya deduced, realizing that the situation had taken a turn, and Emilie was likely to be aware of this beforehand..
The red-haired man reluctantly admitted, "I was furious with Adrian's actions, and I wanted to exact revenge by tormenting his sister. However, when I went to her room, she was nowhere to be found." His words revealed that Emilie's whereabouts were currently unknown, further deepening the mystery surrounding her involvement.
Alaya couldn't help but release a heavy sigh, and a fleeting doubt crossed her mind: had she gone too far in her pursuit of the compass? Yet, dwelling on her actions wouldn't bring Adrian or the compass back. The gravity of her losses weighed heavily on her, and she knew that the challenges ahead were formidable.
REFLEXIONES DE LOS CREADORES 
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samandridaku In aftermath's embrace, we find the end,
A chapter closed, a fate we can't amend.
Yet in these ruins, seeds of change are sown,
New stories rise from what the past has known.
With every ending, a beginning takes its form,
In aftermath's quiet, a chance to be reborn.
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