NOVGO.NET Chapter 391: Time To Move
Chapter 391: Time To Move
Booooooom!!
A wild explosion ripped through the western ridge of ElderGlow Academy, sending stone, smoke, and ash into the air.
The mercenaries that had found their way through the barrier through one way or the other, now encircling the rune-covered platform had barely finished their chant when Razel Acheon arrived in a blur of red and silver.
A second blur slammed down beside him.
Elias Verdan, face void of expression, released a humming pressure that bent the nearby trees.
“You’re too late,” one of the saboteurs grinned, holding aloft a dark rod etched with inscriptions that glowed a sickly blue.
“No,” Razel replied, eyes cold, “you are.”
In a fluid motion, Razel unsheathed his blade. Crimson lightning crackled across its surface before he slashed the air in front of him.
Wooooshh!!
The compressed arc of energy screamed across the ground and detonated amidst the enemy group, sending three of them flying.
As if that wasn’t enough, before any one of them could gain balance to make a move of any sort, Razel flicked two fingers forward, and four glowing magic circles appeared in the air.
Twin beams of wind and flame lanced forward, bursting against the platform and disrupting their spellwork mid-cast.
Boooom!!
“Arghhhh!”
“Ack! You bastard!”
“Do you plan to kill us?”
Screams rang out.
“Well, that’s exactly what we plan to do.” Elias was the one to answer the question. Razel couldn’t be bothered.
Thud!
Another of the intruder present collapsed.
The sealing attempt had been broken—for now.
What was left was to protect this place from any other intruder who tried to make their way here.
Elias landed lightly beside Razel as more shadows darted around the cratered field. Nine saboteurs originally, only five remained now. But these five had no intention of fleeing.
Razel lowered into a stance. “Protect the platform.”
Elias nodded. “Understood.”
Behind them, the now partially corrupted platform still pulsed with spatial energy. They’d only bought time—not ended the threat. Dean Godsthorn would be the only one capable of that.
Meanwhile, far beneath ElderGlow Academy, Dean Godsthorn moved through corridors none had walked in decades.
The air was damp. Magic-laced torches flickered to life as he passed.
He had already swept through the southern core, where Dean Oryll had begun containment efforts. Dozens of intruders lay bound or unconscious in Oryll’s wake. He could feel it—the battlefield was under control there.
But something tugged at his senses. A twist in the magic that pulsed under the earth.
He reached out, attuning to the unique frequency of the academy’s central node—the true core, buried beneath his own office. Its resonant hum now rang distorted, like a violin string pulled taut to the edge of snapping.
’She’s gone there,’ he realized.
And sure enough, just as he prepared to teleport, a violent tremor shook the ground. His eyes widened.
No… she wouldn’t—
BOOM!
The walls quaked as the central building of ElderGlow rumbled from within. Students bolted awake, while professors and staff flared into action. The night was no longer silent.
Godsthorn appeared midair just before the entrance to the core vault, and what he saw twisted his gut.
Ash.
Fire.
Two lifeless bodies.
And at the center of it all… Dean Veyra, standing before a sealed door etched with ancient runes—now cracked down the middle.
Her gaze snapped toward him, eyes wide.
“You… how—?”
Godsthorn raised his hand and clenched it. Space around the explosion folded in on itself—sucking ash, debris, and embers into a small compressed orb of energy.
He pocketed it without a word.
His gaze fell to the remains of the guards—two quiet men who had served for decades without ever raising their voice in complaint.
“Why?” he asked, voice low, but deeper than thunder.
Veyra licked her lips. “You’ll understand soon enough.”
“No,” he said. “I’ll understand now.”
She smirked and stepped back toward the damaged core vault door. “Then keep up.”
Back at the Western Core, the final three attackers circled Razel and Elias.
“You’ve no idea what you’re protecting,” one said.
Razel grunted. “Don’t care.”
“Your academy has secrets it never should’ve kept—”
“Still don’t care.”
They charged.
Elias moved first.
He unleashed a multi-circle spell—Binding Gale, followed by Piercing Coil and then Mirror Flare. A torrent of wind launched the attacker into the air, while a spiraling burst of light exploded into their face mid-air. When they crashed back down, they didn’t move.
Razel handled two at once, dancing around their spears and short blades. His aura intensified with every strike, and with a single cleaving arc, both weapons shattered—followed by their wielders.
Six seconds.
The entire engagement was over.
They both exhaled in tandem.
“We should warn the Dean,” Elias said.
Razel wiped his blade. “He already knows.”
Deep beneath the Dean’s building, “You’ll regret getting in my way,” Veyra hissed, blood trailing down her palm as she fed a symbol etched into the cracked core vault door.
Godsthorn stepped forward.
Each pace brought with it a subtle hum of power. His mere presence began repairing the broken rune locks, restoring protections even as she tried to destroy them.
Veyra stared at him.
“You really have no idea, do you?” she spat. “About what lies beneath this place? About the truth ElderGlow was built to hide?”
Godsthorn’s brows lowered. “You speak like a convert.”
“I speak as someone who learned what you Deans were too scared to accept.”
Godsthorn finally stopped two meters away.
“You’re making this harder than it needs to be, Veyra.”
“And you’re already too late.”
She snapped her fingers.
A small sigil ignited beneath her feet.
Teleportation array.
Godsthorn’s eyes widened—this was not academy-based magic. It was something foreign. Illegally placed within the core vault.
“Veyra—”
But the light had already begun consuming her form.
“I’ll be back,” she said, voice echoing. “With him.”
Then she vanished.
Atop the academy walls, Lord Terrace’s eyes snapped open.
The orbs in his void key pulsed once.
He frowned. “The central core’s integrity has been compromised. I shall rectify that tonight but first…”
He stood, cloak falling away from his shoulders, revealing the full armor beneath—sigil-bound plates laced with enchantments passed down through generations.
“Time to move.”
And in a flash, he vanished into the night.