Rivers of the Night-Chapter 272: Desire

For the moment, he continued to ignore Maze of the Minds. He wasn't confident in what he knew being enough just yet. Before he took it on, he wanted to find a chance to return to the Luminescent Moon Sect. Or, more accurately, their library.

Before he would get his chance, though… he was going to have to deal with this gathering and the Daggers of the Night Branch.

Although the old man hadn't explained, Theron had a feeling that Daggers of the Night just might be an organization with secrets that ran just as deep as the Luminescent Moon Sect.

There was no reason for the old man to be so interested in stabilizing the situation at the Space Mancer's branch otherwise.

That was right. Theron's goal was apparently to do exactly that.

How was he supposed to stabilize an organization with Gold Mancers in it? He had no idea. He understood even less why the old man would trust him to do something like that when he was well aware that he was only in Silver Mancy.

All the old man had told him was that he was supposed to make them think the Space Mancer was still around, and that it shouldn't be hard because she was the sort to disappear randomly and for long periods of time anyway.

However, Theron knew it would be ridiculous to believe that things would be so simple.

Even so, he was interested in this mission for no other reason than it seemed like a chance to take a look at the real secrets Daggers of the Night were holding… and also why it seemed like the Nightingales were so easily able to gain control over one of their branches even with the old man present.

Sadie's connection with Daggers of the Night had always been interesting to Theron. The more he learned about the old man, his origins, and his strength, the more curious that connection seemed.

And yet, that still wasn't going to be Theron's main goal this time.

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Theron's eyes slowly opened.

Today was the day.

He had practically spent all of his time in calm meditation, the cadence of his breath remaining unmoved and unbothered.

By his side, the Alpha slowly awoke as well, and they left together.

…

Theron was the first of the geniuses to arrive at the carriage. He didn't say anything to anyone, not acknowledging much of anything. He was sure there would be some grand speech, and there were certainly important officials come to see them off, but he was more interested in regaining his focus as quickly as possible.

There was a focus about him now that practically repelled everyone and everything around him.

Sharp. Precise. Tunnel-visioned.

Each was a word that could describe his current demeanor.

This was because he knew that this time he would be facing off against enemies that were closer to the death of his family than ever before.

He knew that those four figures would appear. He knew that they would come to target him specifically. And there was something itching within him.

A desire to kill.

A heavy vapor of Water Mana seemed to hang around Theron, casting a coolness in the air that made the temperature feel several shades colder than it should have otherwise.

He just sat there, unmoving. It didn't matter who tried to speak to him or who said anything. He didn't even seem to acknowledge Dean Pennel or her son.

There was a deep Resonance about him now that sunk him further and further into a state of meditation, and it wasn't long before Dean Pennel chose to corner him off from interruption entirely.

Theron remained in that state for weeks on end, his body moving to a rhythmic cadence as a violence within him slowly awakened.

As though a slumbering dragon being stirred from its sleep, Theron only awoke when an unfamiliar city hung on the horizon, his stomach rumbling with an almost menacing edge to it.

He hadn't eaten all this time, and his frame seemed to have slimmed down further. But the concentration of light in his eyes was almost suffocating to all those who saw it.

His cultivation had progressed once more, slipping so seamlessly into the Eighth Silver Resonance that no one—not even Dean Pennel herself—had felt the difference.

The Alpha nudged at Theron's hand, licking his palm.

Absentmindedly, Theron stroked his wolf's head.

Sure, he was hungry. But he wasn't sure if a plate of food alone could satiate him.