Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 170: Dawn vs Twilight

I had barely stepped into my tent, away from the others, when the hardened dirt floor in front of me seemed to liquefy. A silhouette emerged without a sound, rising straight from the darkness itself. Ragnar, his face impassive, was lit by the faint bluish glow of a mana stone he held in his hand.

"I bring information from my master," he announced, his voice flat.

"Eleanor? What’s so urgent? It’s dangerous to come here unannounced..."

"The risk is justified, The Predator," he cut in. "Master received information, through one of our spies infiltrated in the Pendragon household, that Godwin is on his way."

"Godwin?" I repeated, my mind racing. "Who could have informed him about this mission? It was supposed to be discreet."

"There is a mole. Someone talked. The details of the itinerary, the composition of the group... everything leaked."

Pieces clicked together in my mind. "Zane... but I still don’t understand why. He’s betraying the imperial faction. Adrian has been his protector for years."

Ragnar shrugged, indifferent to moral dilemmas. "What can you expect from someone who spent years playing a subtle double game between Prince Adrian and Princess Olivia? Loyalty, for people like him, is a bargaining chip."

He wasn’t wrong. In this chess game, Zane was a pawn who undoubtedly wanted to win big at any cost.

And his move had just condemned Isabella. Personally, I had absolutely no intention of killing her, quite the contrary. But with Godwin now in play...

Godwin, the heir of the Pendragon family, the one who eliminated all other potential heirs. Fourth in the rankings, violent by nature, with a god complex.

"Tell Eleanor she doesn’t need to intervene personally," I ordered, my voice suddenly cold.

Ragnar inclined his head. "Then do we inform the leader of the Jackals, Gunar?"

I shook my head. "No need to mobilize the Jackals for now. That would attract too much attention." I looked him straight in the eyes. "Just gather the Beasts. Tell them to stand ready. I’ll send them a signal when the time comes."

Ragnar nodded, then, without another word, he seemed to melt into the shadow of the ground, disappearing as silently as he had arrived.

***

Thousands of kilometers away from the scorching volcanic heat, another Tenebris rift was opening in a region of snow-covered peaks and freezing winds.

This breach, still without an assigned master, was the object of competition between two major elven factions: the Dawn faction with the Spina and Sol elf clans, and the Twilight faction with the Luna and Aqua elf clans.

Both groups had entered a vast clearing frozen under frost. The ground, between patches of snow, was littered with twisted metal debris, broken spear shafts, and fragments of ancient armor, blackened by time and demonic mana. This clearing was an old battlefield from the Thousand Years’ War, and the relics found here attracted factions seeking power.

At the head of a group of about twenty Twilight Clan elf students advanced Katrina and Jasper. Their steps were silent on the snow.

Katrina, her white coat blending almost perfectly with the landscape, walked beside Jasper. Her icy blue gaze settled on him.

"I’ve noticed you’ve been rather close to Kaiser lately," she said, her voice neutral but the tone carrying insistent curiosity.

Jasper, his blindfold contrasting with his dark clothes, didn’t turn his head. "Since when do my associations concern you?"

"I’m just observing," she replied lightly. "I simply saw that you train together often. A curious alliance, between a Luna clan elf and a human with... criminal antecedents."

"He’s strong," Jasper admitted. "We help each other improve. Period. And once again, it doesn’t concern you, Katrina."

She slowed slightly to look at him in profile, a cold smile on her lips. "Actually, it does. Because he’s my enemy. And so, if I ever have to fight him seriously one day, I prefer to know how much I can count on your neutrality. Or on your intervention."

This time Jasper stopped dead. He didn’t turn toward her, but his posture suddenly became more rigid, more dangerous. "I’ll stop you right there, Katrina," he said, and his voice had lost all trace of camaraderie.

"You may be Lynn’s friend, and I respect that. But outside of that connection, I don’t give a damn about your little personal wars, your vendettas."

Katrina studied him, her blue eyes narrowing slightly, analyzing every micro-expression on his bandaged face. The air between them became even colder than the surrounding temperature.

"I see," she murmured finally, the smile gone. "It’s perfectly clear. I’ll respect that boundary, and I’ll remember this conversation."

"Good," Jasper concluded, resuming his walk without waiting. His tone returned to that of the group leader. "You should prepare instead. I sense hostile presences prowling around this battlefield. The Dawn Clan isn’t far. Focus on the mission if you want to survive and bring something interesting back to our faction."

With those words, he raised a gloved hand, signaling his group to disperse into combat formation, senses straining toward the moving shadows between the frozen trees and armor carcasses.

...

Jasper, with his immaculate blindfold, was an anchor point for his group. His arrows, misty silver shafts reinforced by a dense and razor-sharp aura, sliced through the air with a deadly whistle.

They weren’t aimed to kill, but to neutralize, piercing mages’ staves or pinning warriors’ capes to frozen trunks to immobilize them.

After all, killing a student was strictly forbidden unless there was no other choice.

When an opponent closed the distance, his hands released the bow to seize two curved daggers.

What followed were lightning-fast counterattacks targeting pressure points, disarming or knocking out without unnecessary bloodshed.

His main opponent was Zak Van Spina, a young man with mid-length black hair and piercing green eyes marked by determination. A fifth-circle mage specialized in nature magic, he made thick, grasping vines burst from the frozen ground.

<Strangling Vine!> Zak’s fingers traced green runes.

Living wooden tendrils shot out, seeking to ensnare Jasper.

<Whip Vine!> Another, thinner and faster, cracked like a snake toward his legs. Jasper barely dodged, one dagger cleanly severing a third vine.

Jasper tried to counterattack but the younger brother showed raw, aggressive talent, leaving no room for maneuver.