Aetherios System [Slow Build OP MC, Isekai LitRPG/Cultivation] Chapter 113: Book 2: Chapter 28: Leyforge

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Book 2: Chapter 28: Leyforge Book 2: Chapter 28: Leyforge The laughter and strings from the Duskmoor gala didn’t reach this deep.. Alex followed Cole through two servants’ passageways, before dumping them into a maintenance stairwell. From there is was a short walk behind an unused armory whose items look as if they hadn’t seen polish in a decade. The corridor narrowed gradually as they descended, and the lights dimmed darker and darker with every passing minute. Even the spells enchantment in the sconces along the wall flickered more like torches than stable lights. Finally, Cole slowed at a dead-end hallway near the eastern base of the palace. All smooth stone, spider webs, and storage crates stacked against the wall, half-draped in dust sheets. One section of the wall was oddly recessed in a square-shape, and flush with no handle. “There,” Cole said quietly. Alex stepped closer to get a look. The surface shimmered faintly in his aether sight, the sign of an active ward. Probably an old one, too. The magic was dense and layered. But after a few second he could decipher that the enchantment was not meant to alert anyone of its use, just meant to hide it's properties . I don’t see any way for me to alter this, or get into it. There’s no glyphs or runes, its some kind of enchantment I don’t understand. Obby, what can you do? “Hmmm, its old alright. I can’t do anything from here, I need contact with this aether itself. Remember those pedestals in the dungeon?” Obby’s illusion body pressed against the wall and ‘tapped’ the stone silently. Uh, Cole is right here. He might find it weird if I’m putting rocks next to enchanted walls. “True. But I can’t do anyhting otherwise. Shit or get off the pot, meatboy.” He looked after at Cole, who was simply waiting off to side. He glanced at Alex, then looked back down the corridor keeping a watch on their six. Would he tell the others? Did it really matter? Fuck it. Alex reached toward his waist, thumb brushing the surface of his belt pouch where his glyph stylus tool hung, from his bracelet’s space he pulled the little compact construct known as Obby, nested tight in his fingers. He quickly pressed the rock up against the stone wall, hoping that Cole was still watching the corridor instead of him. A soft tick sounded as the wall flickered to life, the seems of the square recess glowing a soft-blue. “ Low-light sigil. Cloaked lock. Encryption pattern is… antique. I like it. ” Can you open it? “I can try.” Obby’s stone flashed once, releasing a thin stream of aether that floated to the wall’s seam. Three rings of runes spiraled into place over the large panel, glyphs woven with a meaning that Alex didn’t recognize. Obby’s stone seemed to click once, twice, then fired a fine filament of red energy into the outermost ring. There was a soft thunk. Then the wall receded and split open like flower petals folding inward. Behind it was a narrow stone platform. A lift shaft of some sort to a long ancient magical technology. He waved Cole over, slipping Obby back into his bracelet. They stepped on the platform together and the stone wall slid shut behind them. The descent was surprisingly smooth. Silent, no pull of weight or chains sounded around them, just a slow drift downward through a stone tunnel lined in glimmering aether enchantments. In his either sight, he could see that many of which had long since already dimmed into dormancy. Alex didn’t speak. Neither did Cole. Obby hummed bland elevator music into Alex’s head. The deeper they went, the colder the air became. The general vibes around them chilled, not just the temperature. The feeling of a space forgotten, abandoned. The smell of sealed stone, stale air unbothered by breath or movement. Then the lift slowed and locked into place with a faint click. The wall in front of them hissed open. And the world beneath Terraxum unfurled before them. The corridor in front of them wasn’t just old, it looked like it was pre-Age. Stone walls appread to