บท 171: Chapter 171 - Gathering
Far from the smithy, Vell strode through the winding tunnels of the mountain, his black robes billowing like a living shadow. His eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, and his steps were soundless, his presence blending seamlessly with the gloom around him.
He could sense them.
The Lamina weren't subtle, not to him. Even with their unique aura that mimicked their surroundings, they couldn't fully conceal their intent. They were close—watching, waiting.
"Come out," Vell said, his voice low and commanding.
From the shadows, two Lamina emerged, their forms rippling like disturbed water as they discarded the illusion of blending into the stone. Scaled skin gleamed faintly in the low light, shifting hues as though catching remnants of their surroundings. Their slitted eyes gleamed with cold calculation, unblinking and predatory.
"You've been following me all day," Vell began, his tone calm, almost conversational. "And yet, you only send two assassins. Why?" He tilted his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Oh, it doesn't matter. Sending one of yours into her room? That is simply unforgivable. And the strike was not only meant to be lethal but deliberately painful. That is a slight I cannot abide."
The larger of the two Lamina hissed, its voice like gravel grinding against stone. "We do not fear you, Vellichor."
"Good," Vell replied, his smile sharpening. "Fear makes things boring."
He flicked his wrist, and shadows leaped from his robes like coiled serpents, twisting into jagged tendrils that lashed toward the Lamina.
The smaller one darted to the side, melting into the cavern wall with inhuman speed, its form blurring as it melded with the stone. The larger one wasn't as quick. The shadow tendrils coiled tightly around its limbs, dragging it forward as it thrashed and hissed.
Even the Lamina, with their unparalleled strength and speed, were no match for the suffocating strength of the Dread Mage.
"You'll tell me who sent you," Vell said, his voice dropping to a whisper.
The Lamina snarled, baring rows of sharp teeth. "We do not betray our clients."
"Pity," Vell said, his expression hardening. "But you will."
The tendrils tightened, eliciting a choked gasp from the Lamina. Vell's eyes burned brighter, casting eerie light across the cavern walls. The oppressive force of his presence deepened, suffocating the air as the shadows around him seemed to consume the faint light entirely.
"One left," he said, glancing toward the walls where the smaller Lamina had disappeared.
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