Evolution begins with an ant colony-Chapter 339 A Crucial Mission, Living A Loop

Far away from the show unfolding in the arena, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and purple. In a secluded clearing within a dense forest, a young man clad in white robes made his way trough the foliage like he he'd down so before. A smug grin stretched across his face as he muttered to himself.

"Master seems to be holding himself back the entire time, that look of curiosity in his eyes was priceless," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "And he looks exactly the same since I last saw him, wouldn't expect anything less from a being touched by the divine. Immortality suits him well."

This young man was none other than Aric, the enigmatic figure whose connection to Akun remained shrouded in mystery. He was the one who had jolted Kaldarix's memories back into existence, setting the current events in motion.

Suddenly, a voice, youthful and tinged with concern, broke through the rustling leaves. "Master, wait up!" A young woman emerged from behind, her robes catching the fading light. Her emerald eyes shone with worry, framed by her dark green hair and pointed ears – an elf, and she seemed to be a subordinate of Aric.

"Isn't there a chance your methods will backfire?" she pressed, catching up to Aric. "Couldn't we have found a more… peaceful way to jog the Golden Dragon Lord's memory? It seems like you've angered the Grandmaster quite a bit."

Aric halted in his tracks, his expression hardening. He turned towards the woman, his voice cold as he addressed her by name. "Calatica," he began, a hint of irritation creeping into his tone, "I specifically instructed you to remain behind. Disobeying orders is not a wise move."

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Calatica flinched at Aric's harsh words. "I apologize, Master," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I just... worry. The Grandmaster did mention that he wasn't pleased with your actions back in this specific time period. He actually tried to hunt you down and harm you."

Aric sighed, a hint of exasperation coloring his face. "Calatica, as I've said a thousand times before," he began, his voice laced with forced patience, "we're trapped within a loop. Everything that's happening now, has happened before. It's a closed circuit; nothing can deviate from the course of events."

He gestured towards her, his expression turning grim. "Our very existence hinges on this. If anything were to go off script, we would simply cease to be. Remember, whenever worry gnaws at you, look at your own body. As long as you remain solid, it means we're on track. There's no room for error."

Calatica bit her lip, her emerald eyes reflecting a flicker of doubt. "I understand," she mumbled, "but logic doesn't always calm emotions, Master."

"Enough of this," Aric interjected, his voice firm. "Your constant fretting is tiresome. We have more pressing matters to attend to. Let's meet up with the others."

He turned and resumed his trek through the dense forest, his white robes blending seamlessly with the twilight shadows. Calatica followed close behind, a shadow of worry still lingering in her gaze.

"Speaking of others," she ventured cautiously, "the young master… he's already on his way to the Elven Nation. He claimed the mission there was something he needed to handle personally, and forbade any of us from accompanying him."

Aric paused for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "No need to fret," he finally said, his voice regaining its earlier stoicism. "As I've explained, everything that transpires now has already transpired. He might be impulsive, but he wouldn't dare disappoint his father."

A veil of mystery shrouded Aric's words. Was there more to the young master's solo mission than he was letting on? And how exactly did it tie into the grand scheme of things, this well crafted loop they were prisoners within?

Calatica nodded silently, accepting Aric's explanation. "Very well."

"Good," Aric replied curtly. "Then let's pick up the pace."

They pressed deeper into the forest, the twilight deepening. Finally, the trees gave way to a large clearing. In its center stood a cluster of ornately carved buildings, all shimmering under a white dome-like barrier that resembled the one Akun had erected around the arena.

As they entered the clearing, a group of figures emerged from the nearest building, their white robes billowing in the gentle breeze. They bowed low, their voices echoing in unison, "welcome back Master Aric."

Aric acknowledged their greetings with a curt nod. He then launched himself upwards with a massive leap, landing gracefully atop the tallest structure. With his back to the clearing, he addressed the assembled figures below.

"As you are all aware," his voice boomed, carrying across the clearing, "we have a crucial mission on our hands. Before the inevitable demon outbreak plagues the Holy Capital in a few days, we must attend to a pressing matter – providing temporary support to the heroes, Evan and Mina, on their mission to repel the demons within the Kingdom of Almarck.

Remember," he continued, his voice hardening, "our primary role is observation. We are to interfere only as a last resort."

A ripple of murmurs passed through the gathered figures. Aric, sensing their unease, offered a fleeting smile. "Fear not," he reassured them. "We shall succeed. Our actions are but a single cog within a grand machine, a machine destined for victory."

A chorus of voices rose from the assembled figures. "Understood, Master Aric!" they declared, their voices echoing in unison.

A satisfied smile touched Aric's lips. His gaze drifted towards the distant horizon, his thoughts turning inward. "Now," he mused silently, "it's time for me to meet this Evan… the supposed hero who, according to my master, inexplicably chose to join the forces of darkness."

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