Chapter: 605
Sweeper? Meh.
Dark was a special case.
Perhaps these two would be the last ones to be named.
Sure, he could name others but he felt that it would make his already-named one less special.
As he looked in the distance he plotted his course.
To the south was the tip of a long mountain range. It was like a natural barrier of sorts, travelling further south-west, and he knew he had to get around it as anything between the natural barrier and Losla would definitely be searched thoroughly. It was a wall trapping everything in, though also keeping many dangerous out of this region.
Jay decided he would go towards it as quickly as he could, and eventually travel around the tip of the mountain range before continuing south. He could only hope that he would be fast enough.
The skeleton was much faster so he gave it his sword and had it run ahead, clearing a path through the plants and trees – of course, he made sure to tell it to only cut away vegetation when absolutely necessary. The less signs of someone moving through here, the better.
~Mirror Reality 34, teleport staging area #1~
A grinning proud smile jumped through the portal with a sword ready to strike – yet the smug smile was soon wiped off of Mathesons face.
Matheson found himself in a large room with Lannister and Anya – right before everything turned black.
The last thing he saw was a confused look on Lannisters face; the last thing he heard was Anya saying “What the f-”.
Suddenly, reality twisted and bent, the world around him reverberated and waved wildly as he felt weightless for just a single moment.
Next thing he realised was that everything turned black and cold. His body was fine, just heavily disorientated.
He almost fell over as he felt dizzy and was in complete darkness; the ground felt hard and cold compared to the forest.
After he found his feet, he took out his luminous orb – it was not very bright as he required Hodley to charge it with mana, and it hadn’t been replenished in quite some time, but it was bright enough to see that he was in a completely sealed, cylindrical stone room.
The roof was higher than he could see with his dismal light. There were no doors and no windows, but there was a faint cold air drifting in from above, so he at least could breathe, though it smelt stale and musky.
There was nothing in the room except a small round stone which was inbuilt into part of the wall, along with a small hole on the opposite side of the room..
He furrowed his brows in anger as he looked around.
He stashed his luminous orb back into his inventory to save its remaining charge and went to sit down on the round stone.
“Fucking Hodley.” he thought as he sat in the darkness.
ɴ[0)ᴠᴇʟ It seems Hodley got some bad information or simply made a mistake. Either way, he blamed Hodley for his current circumstances.
His captors didn’t immediately execute him, so that was a good sign, and he decided to just wait – though it wasn’t like he had other options.
“Clearly they’re not done with me. Not yet at least.” he thought.
He had no bargaining chips other than his wealth and his noble status, but he himself didn’t hold those in high regard as he pursued power instead.