Chapitre 48: Shadows Coil Closer
Graaswell loomed on the horizon, a glittering crown atop a sleeping giant. We slithered through the last fringes of the forest, anticipation a barbed wire wrapped around our hearts. Every rustle of leaves, every croak of a toad, echoed with the phantom echo of Jikirukuto's name. He could be waiting around any bend, the city his labyrinth, his shield.
Meanwhile, within the gilded prison of his fame, Jikirukuto, the sun-kissed hero, paraded his exploits to a throng of adoring citizens. His friend, Alepou, a whirlwind of silver blades and quick wit, shadowed him like a loyal, watchful wolf. Together, they basked in the city's applause, oblivious to the storm brewing at their gates.
The forest floor crunched under Vex's claws, bringing us to a halt. He held up a hand, a scaled sentinel, and pointed down a narrow trail snaking towards the city's glittering spires.
"Closer," he drawled, his voice slithering through the stillness, "but not close enough."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the ranks, claws flexing, venom-tipped fangs glinting in the moonlight. But Vex, the viper in our midst, remained unmoved. He lounged against a moss-covered log, as if the imminent heist were a mere afterthought, a yawn interrupting his sunbathing.
"Funny," he mused, eyes half-lidded, "how the 'hero' sleeps soundly while wolves gnaw at his doorstep."
His words, dripping with mockery, drew a scowl from Fang, a Shadowscale whose scales bristled like an offended porcupine.
"Focus, Vex!" she hissed, her voice a whip snapping taut. "This is no jest. We carry Darktraitor's will, and failure is not an option."
Vex rolled his eyes, a slow, serpentine movement. "Relax, Fang, my scales never tangle with doubt. Darktraitor has a plan, intricate as a spider's web, and we're just the spiders, patiently waiting for the fly to land."
A flicker of unease snaked down my spine. Darktraitor's whispers of "magic" hung heavy in the air, a mystery veiled in shadows. And Vex, with his nonchalant smiles and veiled riddles, was an enigma within an enigma.
We pressed on, shadows melting into the darkness, towards the city that slumbered in blissful ignorance. But as we crossed the invisible threshold, leaving the whispering embrace of the forest behind, I felt a shift, a subtle change in the air. The hunt had begun, and Graaswell, with its gilded streets and unsuspecting hearts, was about to become our playground.
But somewhere, within the city's glittering maze, Jikirukuto, the unwitting prey, stirred in his sleep. A whisper of unease tickled his neck, a premonition of shadows slithering from the darkness. Was it just a dream, a phantom echo of past battles, or were the gears of fate already turning, aligning him with us, his unknowing captors, in a dance of chaos that was yet to unfold?
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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