Level Up Legacy

Chapter 1202 Are You Stronger?

Arthur soared through the air, the wind whistling in his ears as he propelled himself towards the towering wooden cabinet nestled among the colossal branches. With each surge of momentum, he closed the distance, his golden eyes locked on the curious presence inside.

He landed with the subtle grace of a predator, his boots settling lightly on the gargantuan leaves that served as the cabinet's roof.A tense anticipation hummed through him. Something was amiss. The presence he sensed, the faint scent of Oriole's lingering essence– it shouldn't have led him here, to the masked woman who'd set him on this path.

A strange suspicion, sharp as a thorn, pierced his curiosity.The woman who had warned him of Oriole's danger… was she the source of that danger?He'd sensed no malice from her in their previous brief encounters, but in this world of schemes and betrayals, appearances could deceive.

He crouched at the edge of the cabinet, peering down through a crack in its crude wooden construction. The interior was dimly lit, the masked woman's back turned towards him as she hunched over a collection of vials and jars.Her focus was absolute, her movements precise and methodical. With a controlled breath, Arthur reached out and slid open the cabinet's makeshift door."You are far from your usual clocktower," he spoke, his voice resonant and calm, slicing through the silence.

Startled, the woman spun, her body tense. The mask she wore obscured her features, but the alarm in her posture was unmistakable. "Who… how…?" she sputtered, her voice a muffled whisper behind the disguise.

Her surprise was his only advantage. As the woman fumbled for words, Arthur dropped into the cabinet with the fluidity of a shadow. He landed in a low crouch, black lightning crackling at his fingertips as he cut off her escape route.

"Don't make me repeat myself," he spoke, the warmth of any previous interactions replaced by a chilling resolve."Why are you here?" His demand echoed in the confined space, a prelude to the tempest that was brewing within him. His suspicions, compounded by the strange confluence of events, had hardened into an icy certainty. She was hiding something, and he would have his answers.

The masked woman seemed to shrink under his unwavering gaze. Yet, a flicker of defiance sparked in her eyes. "I do not understand," she stammered, her voice laced with a tremor that betrayed a flicker of recognition. "Your eyes… they are the same as the outsider I saw in the Yalen library. The one they call Arthur, you are the one I trusted with the rebellion."

Arthur allowed himself a mirthless chuckle. "Allies? Perhaps. But your actions, your presence here…" he trailed off, gesturing at the alchemist's tools spread before her, a makeshift laboratory in this remote corner of the valley. "…Tell a different story."

He stepped closer, a relentless predator circling his prey. "Oriole – what have you done with him?" The name hung in the air, a whispered accusation laced with a simmering fury born of worry and the nagging sense of the world unraveling around him. The woman pressed herself against the cabinet's wall, as if she could merge with the wood and simply disappear. "I only intended to protect him." Her voice was trembling now, barely louder than a sigh.

"From whom?" Arthur pressed, his tone unforgiving. "From the Yalen Seer? Or was it a different kind of protection?"

Before Arthur could press her for an explanation, his focus was wrenched away by another unnatural tremor - this one a seismic shift in the flow of mana, a disturbance emanating from the depths of Giant Garden itself.

Nera gasped. "The empyrean... he's found him. Oriole is on the run!"

Arthur cursed, a surge of protective fury rising within him. If something happens to Oriole, not even the damn seven layers seal could stop his wrath from going berserk. "You want to protect him? Then prove it."Arthur's voice was cold steel against the wind that howled through the expanding crack. "Take me to him. Now."

Nera's eyes widened, a glimpse of that defiant spirit returning. With a swift nod, she reached into her quiver and drew out a gleaming arrow. But instead of nocking it, she whispered a command Arthur could barely discern, imbuing the arrow with a shimmering magic.

"Find him," she commanded, and released the arrow. It shot through the fissure, disappearing into the swirling chaos of Giant Garden. For a tense moment, nothing happened. Then, the arrow jerked mid-flight, pivoting sharply toward the depths of the valley.

Arthur didn't hesitate. He followed the arrow's path, leaping through the fissure and into the verdant chaos below. Nera was close behind, her movements fluid and determined.They followed the arrow's erratic path as it twisted and turned, drawn toward a presence both powerful and profoundly unnatural.

The arrow finally came to a jarring halt before a shimmering tear in the very fabric of space: a swirling portal veiled by the dense energy of the surrounding area.From within, a potent aura of temporal manipulation pulsed outwards, confirming the worst. The Yalen Seer was here, and Oriole was likely on the other side, trapped within the gateway to the other world, Alka.

Nera fumbled for her mask, once again obscuring her features. "My grandfather…" she breathed, tension lacing her voice. "I… I'll distract him."

Arthur stepped past her, a sense of grim determination hardening his features. "I'll handle the old man. He won't follow Oriole into that fissure… not while I'm here."

He strode toward the fissure, black lightning surging around him. His presence was an open challenge, a declaration of defiance against the Seer's monstrous schemes.As he approached, the form of the empyrean turned, eyes burning with icy intensity beneath a swirling robe of violet. Thɪs chapter is updated by NovelEnglish.net

"Outsider," the Empyrean Seer rasped, his voice a chilling echo. "You interfere once again."

Arthur's reply was laced with a coolness that masked the white-hot fury simmering within. "That is my job, is it not? To stop you fools from doing as you please. I have one question, old man. Are you stronger than Osian the Invincible?"