The Crimson Magister Chapter 81: V3-C9: Shadow Fang

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V3-C9: Shadow Fang “How are you feeling, Fang…” Laura’s eyes stared at the man who, until now, had spent much of the time resting. “Fine, considering that our entire band got imprisoned.” He frowned as his eyes wandered around the prison. Laura nodded, “It was unfortunate… but at least some of us are alive!” “I suppose you are right; however, I have lost many good men, and we lost the reward.” His fists clenched. The final job was supposed to let him retire at long last, yet he woke up as a prisoner of the elves. Yet according to Laura, they were not captured by any elves, but by entities so terrifying that even seeing them would make him shudder. Most likely an exaggeration. However, despite his current situation, he would not allow himself to wallow in despair; it did not mean that anger did not threaten to boil over. He was betrayed by his own client; it was unacceptable. Yet Laura had told him that the so-called observer had been killed by the same elf that seemed to scare her so much; if someone is capable of scaring Laura, that means. A grin formed on his face; it seemed that this disaster was not as disastrous as he thought. “Laura, I am going out to scout. This is an unknown land, and I will be damned if I am left blind.” With those words, the shadows around him twisted. Before Laura could even react, the Golden Fang had disappeared. “Please be safe…” The shadows pooled and twisted as Golden Fang materialized just outside the cell. It was a feeble attempt to imprison someone like him; however, they were fortunate that he had decided to play nice. He had lost too much to make new enemies by breaking their building. The prison where his men were situated was rather flawed, the guards were scarce, and the cells were made of mere iron. No wonder Red Dawn considers them lesser. Fang had understood that he was in the city of Onost, an Elven capital. It was supposed to be the center of their power, yet their prison was made of paper. They were located at the deepest floor, and on both sides were the same flimsy cells, and on each side were normal non-magical torches. Tragic, they don’t even have escape warning systems. [Shadowmeld], his presence disappeared as he weaved through the final guards and toward the heavy iron door. The elven duo was oblivious, yet he wished to avoid hurting them if possible. There was no benefit in hurting them, especially now. While concealed, he approached the door, and his body dissolved. Even if a small crack existed, someone who was a master of shadows would be able to slip through. In the blink of an eye, he appeared on the other side of secure doors. In front of him was another hallway, similar to what he had seen before, but it did not matter to him. He rushed ahead and climbed to the surface. Pathetic. He scoffed as he made his way out of the building and into the stone streets of Onost. The moon hung above his head, and many citizens retired for the night. Wonderful. He slowly walked down the street. The first goal of business was to learn the layout of the city in case he and his men needed to fight their way toward Red Dawn. However, he was clueless when it came to the geography of the elven kingdom; the most he knew was that it was situated south of the ebon forest. It was woefully little compared to what he wanted. Can we even return to Red Dawn? That traitor was surely affiliated with the upper echelons. He would never lose against anyone but someone who had vastly more power and skill. He was not stupid enough to believe that Red Dawn was ever friendly to his mercenary band. However, he did believe the business could be conducted. Anyone who had money could hire his band, and yet his most valuable client had betrayed and almost cost him everything. If it weren’t for Laura, they all would have been slaves of the so-called ‘Observer’. She did well; I was right to trust her. Initially, he had thought that making her a Petal was not the wisest move, yet now she had solidified as someone