Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436 100.1 - Watchers of Arcane

<Human Domain, Northeast Entrance>

The northwest entrance to the human domain stood as a formidable barrier, its gates flanked by vigilant patrols. The thick forest and treacherous mountain paths surrounding it added to its impregnability.

The guards, clad in sturdy armor and armed with sharp spears, stood at attention, unaware of the approaching storm.

From the shadows of the dense foliage, the solitary figure emerged. His steps were silent, a predator moving through the night, every motion precise and deliberate. The same wind that swirled in the cave now whispered through the trees, heralding his approach.

With eyes that gleamed like molten gold, he fixed his gaze on the entrance. His presence alone was enough to send shivers down the spines of the patrols. One guard turned, his eyes widening in shock as he caught sight of the intruder.

RUMBLE!

"Intruder!" the guard shouted, raising his spear in alarm.

Before the sound could fully escape his lips, the figure moved. In a blur of motion, he closed the distance between them, his fist connecting with the guard's chest. The impact was cataclysmic, a single punch that shattered armor and bone alike. The guard crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

The other patrols rushed to intercept, but their efforts were futile. With each strike, the figure dispatched them with ease, their bodies falling like leaves in a storm. The once secure entrance was now a scene of chaos and death.

As the last guard fell, a new presence made itself known. Beside the figure, seemingly materializing from the very shadows, stood a young being.

Draped in an elegant robe that flowed like water, his movements were a dance; each step imbued with grace and purpose.

The young being's face was serene, almost ethereal, eyes reflecting an otherworldly intelligence. He regarded the carnage with a calm detachment, then turned his gaze to the figure beside him.

THUD!

In an instant, he knelt down, his eyes looking to the ground.

"Sir Cadmus."

Cadmus nodded once more. "Is the thing I asked for ready?"

The robed man replied, "Yes, your request is ready." With a fluid motion, he produced a hologram from within his robes.

The hologram depicted a scene where a young boy, whose eyes also turned vertically yellow, stood with an intense expression. The boy's voice echoed through the projection, filled with power and determination.

[By the will of my call, father of all,]

[Hear my cry through the storm's enthrall.]

[With the power of thunder in hand,]

[I summon the heavens to strike this land.]

As Cadmus heard this, an immense pressure surged through his body, a raw power that radiated outward. The air around them seemed to ripple, and the very ground beneath them trembled.

The pressure was so intense that it crushed the lifeless bodies of the fallen guards, turning them into mush.

His eyes were locked down onto the hologram.

"Einherjar."

He mumbled the name.

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<Arcadia City, Wednesday Evening>

A cab pulled to a stop at the edge of Arcadia City, where the urban landscape gave way to more secluded surroundings.

Inside stood a young man as he paid the driver and stepped out, the sounds of the city fading as he walked down a narrow, dimly lit path leading into the outskirts.

The path was lined with tall, overgrown foliage, casting long shadows that danced in the moonlight.

"Choosing such a place…."

Out of all the places it could have been chosen, it was this place. A place where countless different crimes had been committed.

Even now, he could feel some gazes on him.

Astron's senses were on high alert, every rustle and whisper in the night air sharpening his focus.

'Though, they are most likely from the organization.'

There was a reason why he hadn't used his stealth abilities, especially his [Shadowborne]. Since he was sure he was being watched.

The smartwatch's map guided him deeper into the outskirts, leading him to an old, abandoned structure partially hidden by the overgrowth.

He checked the time—7:55 P.M. He was early, just as he intended. Taking a moment to survey the area, he noted the strategic advantages and potential exits, preparing himself for any unforeseen circumstances.

As the clock ticked closer to 8:00 P.M., the watch vibrated again. A new message appeared:

"Enter and follow the light."

A faint glow emanated from within the structure, casting eerie shadows against the crumbling walls.

–WROOM! Following that, a portal opened right before his face.

"..."

Yet, he hadn't entered, just looking at the portal itself. The reason for that?

'The portal is flawed. It is a trap.'

He was able to sense what was happening right before his face. The portal, though opened via spatial manipulation, was, in fact, not connected to anything.

What did this mean?

It meant that the place was a pocket space and unstable since pocket spaces were never meant to be stable to begin with.

Thus, he did what he needed to.

SWOOSH!

Threw a dagger right through the portal.

STAB!

Following that, his ears perked up, and the sound of something stabbed came from the portal.

In an instant, something rushed through the portal toward him. A monstrous creature, its face contorted in agony, its body bleeding from multiple wounds, lunged at him with ferocity.