Published at 27th of July 2026 12:11 pm

Chapter 1879: Monsoon Sky

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The crimson moon glided across the sky of the secret plane.

Below, the fighting between the undead legions gradually came to a halt.

A thick mist began to creep across the land.

The monsters glanced at one another, vengeance still burning in their lifeless eyes. Yet none made another move. As if complying with an unspoken rule, one by one, they turned away and descended into the earth, returning to the graves from which they had risen.

There they would slumber until the crimson moon rose once more.

Before long, the mist had swallowed the land, reducing visibility to a dozen paces.

Inside the underground structure, Adam and Genevieve had concealed themselves under a cloak of invisibility. They waited with bated breath as the crimson color receded.

They had already discussed their plan.

If the fighting ended and the undead crawled into this structure to rest, they would immediately escape through the crack in the ceiling.

If no undead entered their hiding place, however, they would remain within the safety of the ancient building and observe the surrounding area before making their next move.

Fortunately, none of the undead slipped through the fissure and descended into the chamber.

At last, the crimson glow faded from the sky. Through the crack in the ceiling, the blood-red light gave way to a gloomy gray sky.

The two Magi exchanged a glance before quietly letting out a sigh of relief.

Gray light flashed and Valerian appeared, perched on Adam’s shoulder. He licked his paw gracefully and commented, "Hmph, I told you so!"

Genevieve turned to him and smiled gently. "Yes, little Val. You were right."

The little fellow subconsciously raised his furry chin. He did his best to hide the smug smile from appearing on his face, but the constant flicking of his tail betrayed him.

Valerian had theorized that the undead legion would only come out to fight once the crimson moon rose. During the daytime, they would vanish into the ground, slumbering.

After all, he had personally made that observation.

When he and Adam had arrived in this secret plane, the latter was in a state of deep sleep. It was Valerian who discerned the surroundings despite his fear and panic.

"Shall we head up now?" Genevieve turned to Adam and asked.

She had decided to take a more proactive approach to this mission.

In the past few instances, she had allowed fear to cloud her judgment more than once, leaving her unable to act as she had been trained.

She refused to hide behind the excuse that this was her first real adventure or that she had never faced such dangers before.

No.

From now on, she would face whatever lay ahead with a calm and rational mind.

There was another reason as well, one she refused to admit, even to herself.

She wanted to prove to Adam that she wasn’t a burden.

As for why that thought had taken root in the first place...

She did not know.

Adam was silent for a few moments, his gaze glued to the crack in the ceiling.

His eyes narrowed as he recalled how the Sphere of Resonance was unable to pierce through the mist before he was transported here. Even while running across the wasteland above, trying to find a place to hide, the mist was still hindering his senses.

If only I could summon beings from the spirit world, I’d have summoned a serpent to scout the way ahead, he thought.

At last, he turned to Genevieve and asked, "Is there any way for you to scout remotely?"

Genevieve smiled. "I do."

She reached out for one of the bracelets on her left wrist, a string of small beads. Plucking one free, she placed it on the ground.

She infused it with mana, wove a set of hand seals, and activated the artifact.

The bead sprouted eight tiny legs, transforming into a spider-like construct.

Adam raised an eyebrow. "You can see through it?"

"Indeed."

Genevieve closed her eyes and linked her senses to the construct.

The tiny spider stirred to life. It scurried up the wall, slipped through the fissure in the ceiling, and emerged onto the surface.

Adam quickly said, "Is there a way for it to mark its trajectory?"

Genevieve weaved another series of hand seals, then nodded. "It does now."

Adam nodded, inwardly thinking to himself with a small smile, She’s resourceful.

Genevieve’s brows gradually furrowed.

"The mist is everywhere," she said. "It’s so dense I can barely see more than a few feet ahead."

Adam stroked his chin in wonder. As I thought.

"The battlefield is still fresh," Genevieve continued after a brief pause. "There are craters everywhere. Deep gouges... ridges where the earth has been torn apart."

Her expression grew solemn.

"And the sky," she said. "It’s dim and overcast like the monsoon sky. Everything is shrouded in a gloomy gray light."

She guided the tiny construct farther forward, searching the mist for any sign of movement.

As the seconds turned to minutes, Adam began to wonder just how far the spider could go before it lost its connection to Genevieve. Given that it was still functional meant that the artifact was quite valuable.

He stood in silence, gazing at the minute changes on Genevieve’s face. Valerian sat silently on his shoulder, not daring to disturb her.

Suddenly, an intense frown marred her face.

"I see something!" she said. "I think..."

"What is it?" Adam pressed.

"A building... maybe," she said. "It’s broken. There’s an entrance. I think... it leads to an underground place like this one."

"Get inside."

Genevieve shook her head. "No. That’s as far as it can go. But I could—"

Her eyes snapped open. A drop of sweat trickled down the side of her forehead. Her breathing quickened.

"What’s the matter?" Adam crouched before her, gently placing his reassuring hands on her shoulders. "Are you okay?"

Genevieve looked into Adam’s eyes, subconsciously gulping. She nodded. "Yes."

Adam took a step back, watching her with a subtle, scrutinizing gaze. That earlier reaction from her was odd, to say the least.

After taking a few gulps of water and calming herself, Genevieve turned to him with a solemn expression.

"What happened?" Adam asked again.

"The spider... it... it broke," she said.

"Broke?" Adam couldn’t help but frown.

"...Yes."

Then she slowly shook her head, uncertainty flickering across her eyes.

"No... I don’t think it broke," she murmured.

She looked up at Adam.

"I think... someone destroyed it."

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