Loading...
Beneath the central spire of Skyborne City's three main towers, six monolithic metal obelisks stood in a perfect circle in a hidden chamber. Each bore a distinct sigil meticulously etched in an archaic style, representing its bearer's identity.
The designs might well seem familiar to a true scholar of heraldry. They bore a singular shared motif: the mark of a "disciple."
The rest of the symbols, however, held meanings known only to the engravers themselves.
Suddenly, one of the obelisks shimmered with light. A youthful male voice emerged from within.
"Several of the guilds under our surveillance have begun research aligning with our parameters. They're now being handled. Eye, continue tracking the targets."
Another obelisk pulsed in response. A composed, mature woman's voice answered, "Understood. Mouth, convey the directive. Time is not a luxury we possess. We're unable to divert additional authority to suppress researchers who haven't yet reached the critical threshold.
"That guild that we've destabilized via Hand's tampering and resulting apparatus failure lost...
Unlock free chapters every day
Bookmark your novel and never lose track of your progress
Share your thoughts with your favorite translator in the comments.
