RISE OF EROS-Chapter 612 - 611

The dark room, hidden in the depths of a mountain that breathed sulfur, seemed a tangible echo of the thoughts of its occupants: dark, full of secrets, and wrapped in an intricate web of personal interests.

Four figures remained silent for a moment, illuminated only by the faint reddish glow emanating from the central stone of the obsidian table where they had gathered.

To one side, Carcom, the traitor dragon, remained motionless, his reptilian eyes observing the leaders with a patience that betrayed his latent hatred. The figure in the red cloak was the first to break the silence, his voice reverberating like a flame that crackled among the shadows.

"Lortad was reckless. He should have foreseen that Zaros and the others were closer than it seemed," he said in a tone of disapproval, but also of hidden satisfaction.

The blue-cloaked one, whose voice was cold as a winter breeze, replied with a hint of mockery, "And what do you propose we do now, O strategist of eternal fire? Without Lortad, our progress towards locating the fragments of the fallen god has slowed considerably."

The grey-cloaked leader, who had remained in a calculating silence, bowed his head, letting the shadows hide his face. When he spoke, his voice was low and rhythmic, as if he spoke each word with meticulous purpose.

"We must not allow this apparent defeat to affect our primary mission. Lortad was a strong link, yes, but not irreplaceable. What concerns me most is not his death, but the message this sends. Zaros and the others are watching us closely."

Carcom let out a low growl, a guttural noise that echoed off the walls, "Zaros has proven to be more cunning than we expected." His words came out slurred, almost like a hiss, and he added, "Do not make the mistake of underestimating him. Lortad was powerful, and yet he fell. If the rest of you are as arrogant, his fate will be yours."

The green cloak, whose relaxed posture contrasted with the tension of the others, let out a soft laugh, "Carcom, your concern is… touching, but we are not like Lortad. We do not make such basic mistakes."

The dragon fixed his gaze on the green cloak leader, his snout twisting into a grimace that could have been a smile or a warning gesture, "I hope your words are not just air, human". The red cloak laced his fingers together in front of him, leaning forward, allowing the red glow of the center stone to partially illuminate his face.

"Let us speak clearly. Lortad’s death opens a… peculiar door for us. Everyone here knows that. The balance between the four of us has always been… delicate, and his absence will only facilitate certain opportunities."

The air in the room grew heavier as if the words had charged the atmosphere with electricity. Neither of them responded immediately, but the glances, though hidden under hoods, were eloquent.

Finally, the blue cloak spoke, with a barely perceptible smile in his voice, "Opportunities? No doubt, but let us not forget that we still need the remnants of the fallen god. Lortad possessed crucial information about his whereabouts. Information that is now lost... or is it?"

Silence reigned over the room again for a moment, before the grey cloak responded, with a calm that was disturbing, "It is not entirely lost. Lortad left records. And though he did not trust any of us, he was not so foolish as not to have a backup."

The green cloak raised an eyebrow, though the gesture was hidden under the hood, "And you are suggesting that you have access to those records?" The grey figure let out a sigh.

"I say that if we work together, we can take back what he knew, but if we continue to see each other as enemies, the true adversaries, Zaros, Arion, Lugia, and Elidyr will crush us like they did Lortad."

Carcom, who had remained silent until then, laughed softly, a deep, guttural sound that reverberated throughout the cave, "It is fascinating to watch how humans try to disguise their greed as pragmatism."

Carcom paused briefly and added, "Each of you thinks he is more cunning than the other, but I remind you: I was here long before your Purgatory existed, and I have seen how this kind of ambition destroys you from within."

The red cloak turned his head towards the dragon, a smile hidden but evident in his tone, "And you, Carcom? Where is your loyalty now that Lortad has fallen? Are you with us, or do you still dream of regaining your precious place in the heavens?"

The dragon bared his fangs but did not immediately respond. When he finally spoke, his voice was a restrained roar. "My interests align with yours… for now. Make no mistake, mortals. If I see any of you become an obstacle, I will not hesitate to burn you to ashes." Stay tuned with novelbuddy

The green cloak chuckled, enjoying the exchange as if it were a spectacle. "How reassuring." The conversation veered toward more concrete strategies, but each word was laden with an undertone of suspicion and rivalry.

They decided that the priority would be to locate Lortad’s records, but neither offered insight into what they truly knew. Each leader, in his mind, was plotting his own plan to acquire those fragments and secure his supremacy over the others.

The dragon watched them, his reptilian mind processing every gesture, every unspoken word. Carcom understood that these humans were as dangerous to themselves as they were to their enemies.

And inside, the dragon harbored a truth that none of them suspected: he already knows the whereabouts of 3 of the remnants of the fallen god, after all he was a member of the dragon clan and they have 3 of these remnants in custody.

Certainly, it would be reckless to want to recover them alone, because dragons are not a race to be trifled with and he, being a dragon and having lived most of his life with them, knew this better than anyone.

When they finally got up to leave the room, the shadows seemed denser, as if the dark room had absorbed part of their secrets. Each leader returned to his own territory, wrapped in plans that they did not share with the others.

The alliance was an illusion; war between them was inevitable, and Carcom knew this better than anyone. In his lair, the dragon contemplated his fragment of the fallen god, a piece of black flesh that pulsed with a weak rhythm, like a heart that barely beat.

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"Soon…" Carcom muttered, his eyes shining with an intensity that promised chaos. "Soon, I will decide the fate of all of you." Although the organization had only one remnant, the one they had taken from the chaos zone, each of them took a part of it.

They might be allies, but there was no trust between them, so they had divided this remnant. What the other leaders didn’t know was that Carcom had diligently studied the remnants when he was in the dragon clan.

He knew the secrets of the fallen god best, so when they divided the remnant they obtained, he manipulated things and his fragment has the greater essence of the fallen god, therefore, it has greater benefits.

Although Purgatory wants to revive the fallen god, each leader wants to be the only one to reap the benefits. This is not only because of their greed, but because of the evil essence of the remnant of the fallen god that had corrupted them.

However, Carcom’s goal is different. He does not want to revive the fallen god, but to assimilate him and thus become a god. It can be said that among all of them, he is the most corrupted by the divinity of the fallen god.

Although his ambition is great, it is necessary to see if he is really capable of assimilating a god, especially if it is a corrupt god, like the fallen god. Meanwhile, returning to the realm of demons, the three demigods looked at Seraphine with anger.

It was obvious that they did not put her in their eyes and it was logical, because Seraphine, although she is a demigod, is weaker than them, since she is not a combatant. Andrew, Oliver, and Sansa also noticed this.

Apparently they could not avoid the conflict and what was worse, they were at a numerical and strength disadvantage. Seraphine did not know what to do and when the three demigods were preparing to press, out of nowhere a powerful force was felt that alerted everyone.

The three demigods immediately panicked because this force seemed hostile towards them and far surpassed them. Andrew and the others furrowed their brows as they sensed this power.

While it was powerful, it was not attacking them, but they did not recognize it either. Then, out of nowhere, Lucian appeared in front of the three demigods who were pressuring Seraphine and said, "Call Balack, tell him that Lucian has come to see him."

The guards and the three demon demigods were surprised to see Lucian. Not because they recognized him, but because he requested that they call Balack. This was not easy, for Balack is the ancestor of the clan they belong to.

Few know that this ancestor is still alive and those who know are not ordinary people. For this reason, they did not dare to delay and the three demigods ran to the city to look for their ancestor.

Meanwhile, Andrew walked over and looked at Lucian, and asked, "Have you been following us all this time?" Lucian looked at Andrew, smiled, and replied with another question, "Did you really think Zaros would let you go alone?".

Andrew then understood Zaros’ plan. Still, it didn’t bother him, it just showed how much he cared for him. What surprised him was that Fluffy hadn’t warned him.

Worried that the reason for Fluffy’s inaction was that something bad had happened, he asked her, but her answer was simple, "Of course I noticed them, but I decided that Zaros’ arrangement was adequate."