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Forbidden Constellation's Blade-Chapter 119: No More Excuses
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Stone streets rushed beneath their feet as the passage widened into something that shouldnβt have existed this deep inside Central.
Buildings rose from either side, carved into stone and layered on top of each other, almost like forming a wall.
Another residential district, one that was similar to when they broke into to steal a uniform, but more...sophisticated-looking.
It was clear that this was the βnoble districtβ, if they even had one.
Amelia slowed first, instinct kicking in.
"This looks lived in."
Fritz nodded, scanning the upper levels. "Too quiet."
They spread out automatically, steps softening, hands drifting closer to weapons. This was the kind of place ambushes were built forβnarrow alleys, blind corners, and overhead angles.
Ryn didnβt slow.
His senses stretched outward, threading through the fog and stone, brushing against every shadow and hollow space ahead.
Ryn flinched in surprise. It felt as if [Enhanced Senses] was built into his body now, like it a switch that he could turn on and off at will, as natural as breathing.
Nothing answered.
"No heartbeats," he said. "No breath. No movement."
Jay glanced at him. "You sure?"
Ryn was already moving again.
"Everyoneβs gone."
Taylor nodded and confirmed his suspicions, "Yeah, itβs eerily quiet."
That stopped them.
"Gone how?" Amelia asked.
Ryn shook his head once. "Doesnβt matter. They cleared it."
He pushed forward, pace quickening again. Doors stood ajar as they passed, belongings left where theyβd been dropped. A table set for a meal that never happened.
"We donβt need to be sneaky," Ryn said. "Thereβs no one left to hear us."
That didnβt ease the tension.
Fritz slowed anyway, eyes flicking toward the darkened buildings.
"Or everyone moved," he said. "If Kharvos caught wind of usβ"
"He didnβt," Ryn replied immediately. "Thereβs no way he could relocate all of Dheam that fast. Not without us noticing."
Jay frowned. "What if they didnβt relocate? What if theyβre hiding?"
Amelia glanced up at the balconies overhead, the narrow alleys between buildings.
"Basements. Shelters. Old tunnels. This place is layered enough."
Ryn considered it for half a step.
"Plausible," he said. "But it doesnβt fit."
Jay looked at him. "Why not?"
"Because thereβs no reason to hide," Ryn answered. "Kharvos doesnβt know weβre here. And if he did, he wouldnβt waste time protecting civilians."
Ameliaβs jaw tightened.
"...Unless someone told him."
They all looked at her.
"Mira," Amelia said flatly. "Sheβs done it before."
The air went sharp.
Ryn stopped and turned. "No."
Amelia bristled. "You donβt know that."
"I do," Ryn said, voice steady. "Even if she did sell us out, the timingβs wrong. This wasnβt a response to us..."
"It was preparation."
Silence followed as that sank in.
"So...? Where did they all go?" Taylor asked the question that the others didnβt.
"So...?" Taylor asked, voicing the question the others didnβt. "Where did they all go?"
Ryn didnβt answer immediately.
His gaze drifted past them, toward the path ahead, toward where the fog thickened, and the stone corridors began to open up.
"The summit," he said at last.
"All of them?" Jay frowned."Why would he do that?"
"I...donβt know," Ryn replied honestly.
He was still facing forward when Ameliaβs breath caught.
"Whatever the case, it probably means he went with them," she said.
The realization hit her all at once. "If everyoneβs at the summitβthen Kharvos is too."
She spun toward the path ahead.
"Then we need to move. Now."
She took a stepβ
"Wait."
Rynβs hand came up sharply.
Amelia froze. "Whatβ"
He didnβt answer right away.
His head tilted slightly, eyes unfocusing as his senses stretched outward again, brushing through the stone ahead. He listened past their rumbling, toward the rolling mist of Central.
There.
Faint and rhythmic.
Pitterβpatter, pitterβpatter.
"...Water," he said quietly.
Jay frowned. "What?"
"Running," Ryn continued. "Not pipes, or sewage."
He took a slow step forward, then another, following the sound as it grew clearer beneath the fog, echoing off open space.
Jay blinked. "So?"
"So nothing about this place needed water," Ryn replied. "Not like that."
Fritz frowned. "And you think thatβs worth delaying the summit?"
Ryn met his gaze.
"I think Kharvos wouldnβt leave something unfinished," he said. "Not here. Not now."
"Thatβs a hunch," Fritz shot back.
"Yes," Ryn agreed. "And every time Iβve ignored those, people died."
That stopped him.
Ryn gestured down the passage, toward where the sound echoed faintly through the fog.
"If Iβm wrong," he continued, "we lose minutes. If Iβm right, we find out why this place was emptied in the first place."
A beat.
Fritz clenched his jaw, then exhaled sharply.
"...Fine," he said.
The sound of running water didnβt lead deeper into the residential district.
It led away from it.
The stone streets thinned as they ran, buildings growing shorter, rougher, their edges less deliberate. Balconies ended abruptly, snapped off, and left to crumble into the fog below.
This wasnβt where people lived.
More like buildings that were left behind.
"This areaβs different," Jay muttered.
Ryn nodded without slowing.
The ruins ahead didnβt look ancient.
They looked... stripped.
The space around them felt hollow in a way the rest of Central hadnβt. Too open and intentional for Centralβs purposes. Whatever had once been here hadnβt been meant for living, or hiding for that matter.
"It feels like an old entertainment district," Amelia muttered. "Like somewhere people gathered."
They slowed near the end of the corridor.
A single door stood ahead.
Smooth and wide, framed by the material that looked out of place around it, though mostly worn down over time.
Ryn stopped in front of it.
"This is it," he said.
Fritz hesitated. "If Kharvos isnβt hereβ"
"Then we learn something," Ryn replied.
He placed a hand against the door and pushed.
It opened silently.
And the space beyond swallowed the sound of the corridor whole.
Water fell.
Not in trickles or runoff, but in full sheetsβfalling from nowhere, splitting into mist as it struck unseen channels below
The air was warm.
Alive.
Ryn stepped through first, the others following instinctively, the door closing behind them with a muted finality.
Water had piled up to their ankles, making steps heavier.
Whatever this place was, it wasnβt part of Central.
It was something else entirely.
And standing there in the middle of the spectacle, one man.
Kharvos Bloodmane.
He turned slowly.
The movement was unhurried, almost lazy, shoulders squaring as he faced them at last. His eyes settled on Ryn first, then swept across the rest of the party without interest.
"...Didnβt expect you here," he said.
A pause.
"But I also didnβt expect you to walk into the summit," he continued, voice even.
"So I suppose I shouldβve known."
Then the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Saves me the hassle of coming to find you anyways."
Before any of them could speak, Fritz took a step forward, blade already in hand.
"Iβve seen what you did," he said, voice shaking. "The Outside."
Kharvos didnβt react.
Fritzβs grip tightened.
"Why," he demanded, the word tearing out of him, "why did you make them suffer?"
For the first time, Kharvos looked at him directly.
"...Suffer?" he echoed, almost curious.
That was all Fritz heard.
Radiant light flared from his Blessing as he dashed forward, blade aiming straight at Kharvosβ neck for the kill.
The beastman turned, and in one fell swoop, deflected the attack with the flat of his blade. The pure force from the collision lifted Fritz clean off his feet, hurling backwards as if he weighed nothing, body slamming into the stone and skidding to a stop in a spray of mist.
Kharvos didnβt chase.
He lowered his blade slowly, as if Fritz hadnβt been worth the effort, and looked down at where heβd sent him skidding across the water.
A quiet laugh escaped him.
"You?" he said, voice carrying easily over the roar of falling water. "You of all people donβt get to judge me."
Fritz coughed, trying to push himself up.
"Humanityβs Hero Candidate," Kharvos continued, finally turning his full attention back to him.
"I get that there are two of you, but man..." His lip curled. "You really are ignorant."
Fritz bared his teeth. "Say that again."
His gaze flicked briefly to the others before settling back on Fritz.
"I did what your kind never had to," Kharvos finished. "I chose."
He tilted his head slightly.
"You talk about suffering?" Kharvos asked.
"Why was that question never asked when your kind slaughtered mineβwhen they doomed us to the cold?"
Fritz opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Kharvos didnβt raise his voice.
"You, Fritz Calder," he said quietly, "are the pinnacle of everything I hate."
He took a single step forward.
"An ignorant symbol," Kharvos finished, "who knows nothing about the worldβand still dares to call himself a Hero."
Silence followed.
Rynβs hand rose.
"Enough," he said.
The word cut cleanly through the chamber.
Kharvos finally looked away from Fritz.
His eyes settled on Ryn.
"I see..." he said slowly. "So this was why you were able to succeed."
He pointed straight at him.
"You," Kharvos continued, "have the eyes of someone whoβs seen suffering."
Kharvos didnβt strike.
He lowered his blade just slightly.
"You understand," he said, eyes locked on Ryn. "Our thousand years of hatred can end now."
Mist curled between them.
"With Gremoryβs help, Dheam can finally break free," Kharvos continued. "No more hiding. No more freezing while others live warm."
Kharvos watched him for a moment.
Ryn didnβt flinch.
"Iβve seen your ambition," he said. "You donβt want freedom. You want the world."
"And Iβve seen what youβve done to the Outside," Ryn continued. "Your excuse is liberation, when youβve driven your own kind out."
Then Kharvos exhaled, almost amused.
"...Worth a shot."
Then, he raised his blade.
The water surged upward, suspended in midair, frozen as if awaiting command.
"You came to stop me," he said calmly.
The chamber sealed.
"Do try your best."







