Rivers of the Night - Chapter 693

Capítulo 693: She

Theron’s gaze flickered. He had already known that whoever dared to try to assassinate someone here of all places would be extremely powerful before he even got here. But he knew he had to come regardless.

BANG.

He leaned back as hard as he could, circulating [Shadow Step] to flicker away and dissipate some of the damage, but it still felt as though a falling meteor had hit him right in the chest.

Theron was sent flying, his body whistling through the air with a savage momentum, so fast he hardly felt the difference between the time his chest collapsed and his back slammed against a wall so sturdy it had not the slightest bit of give to it.

Blood spurted from his mouth in a mist, vaporizing with its own speed.

Theron slid down the wall and almost collapsed, but just barely managed to catch himself on the balls of his feet, his senses still peeled and focused on his surroundings.

The pupils of the assassin constricted into pinholes. A Gold Mancer survived her attack? Impossible.

Theron gripped his spear, his gaze being forced into a state of focus by his mind. He looked toward the assassin, a pendant wrapped around his other hand.

It was only at that moment she finally recognized what she really had lost.

“You—!”

The words of the assassin were cut off as she felt the world constrain around her.

Guards were coming. The truly powerful ones.

She cursed beneath her breath and took a step, shooting back into the ceiling and vanishing.

Theron moved at the same time, seemingly chasing after her. But when he got to the hole she disappeared into, he instead looked toward the room to the side and kicked the door open.

Usually there would be protections against this sort of thing, but this was clearly the work of the assassin.

Theron’s eyes rapidly scanned the area. There didn’t seem to be anyone present, and that didn’t make sense. But that was only based on an initial look.

He took a step and appeared to the side, slamming out a palm toward a wall. It flickered open and a half-dead man fell out.

Theron caught him. He tried to attack, but Theron spoke quickly.

“If you make a move like that, you’ll die. The assassin is gone.”

The sound of guards reached the door.

“Young Master Shonagh!”

“Release him!”

Theron ignored them, his eyes scanning the body.

This Young Master Shonagh was only in the Quasi Dome of Heaven Realm, but they had actually sent a Sixth Resonance Dome of Heaven expert after him. That was very curious, now wasn’t it?

Theron’s hands were quicker than the guards had been, though. Before they had even appeared, he had, with deft dexterity, slipped the young master’s spatial ring off his finger and into his pocket.

So damaged by the previous attack on his life, the young master didn’t even notice.

Theron had no idea if the assassin was looking for something that was on his person or if she just wanted to kill, but right now it didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was that he had succeeded in his task.

“He needs a healer,” Theron said simply.

The guards were confused by these words, but their eyes were sharp. They could see that Theron was only a Fourth Resonance Gold Mancer. Even if he took their young master off guard, him being the one to deal such damage didn’t make any sense.

Theron also seemed to be heavily injured as well, making the situation even more odd.

The hallway also showed signs of a struggle—especially the ceilings—but the same destruction wasn’t in this room at all.

Slowly, the story began to piece itself together.

That was when one of the guards present recognized Theron. This was the same guy who had been with Wyzman earlier, no?

The timing was highly suspicious, and it could mean that Theron was the assassin, but all the other factors made it feel unlikely that he was the attempted killer.

“Healer! Now!” an older man with a grizzled grey beard barked. “Anyone with a healing Spell, cast it now!”

A Light Mancer took a step forward and Theron stepped back. No one seemed to care about Theron’s own injuries, but Theron wasn’t the sort to really give a damn about any of this. He had already gotten what he wanted out of this.

Theron turned to leave, but the grizzled guard placed an iron grip on his shoulder—one so strong it felt like his shoulder was about to shatter.

Theron looked up at him with eyes both cold and indifferent.

After being taken aback for a moment, the grizzled guard’s eyes narrowed.

“I’m not sure where you think you’re going, but until this matter is settled, you will stay here.”

The guard was at least at the same cultivation realm as the assassin. Their power was probably about equivalent in a head-to-head battle, though this man would be unlikely to survive an assassination attempt by the latter.

The skill and decisiveness of the assassin was something that Theron could see at a glance. It wasn’t easy to make the decision she had to escape, especially when it was a mere Gold Mancer she had suffered a small defeat to.

Most would let their egos get to their heads and end up staying behind for too long. If she had been caught and surrounded, it would have been too late.

“You’re wasting manpower here,” Theron replied. “The assassin escaped through the ceiling. You should have sent a few to check the situation immediately. By now she is probably gone.”

“She?”

Despite the conversation, the grip the grizzled guard had on Theron’s shoulder didn’t show any signs of weakening. It was practically as though he were trying to force Theron to speak the truth through his grip alone.

However, before more conversation could be had, their young master began to sputter, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. Bits and pieces of organs followed it. Yet, his face grew rosier and rosier as he did so.