Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 119 - For The Light

The moment of peace didn’t last.

A sudden shift in the air sent a shiver down Lucas’s spine.

The birds stopped chirping. The wind stilled. Even the oxen pulling the wagons let out uneasy snorts, their hooves dragging as if sensing something unnatural.

Lucas’s instincts flared.

Lena noticed it too. Her teasing demeanor vanished, her grip tightening around his arm. "Something’s wrong."

Before he could respond, a shadow flickered along the treeline.

Then another.

Then—

They were surrounded.

A dozen figures in dark, flowing robes emerged from the foliage, moving with precise, unnatural grace. Their faces were obscured by deep hoods, and in their hands, they carried weapons—curved daggers, short spears, and wickedly hooked blades.

Primordial Order.

Lucas had heard the name before. A fanatical group obsessed with balance, equilibrium, and the eradication of anything they considered a deviation from the "natural order."

And right now, they were standing in his way.

One of them stepped forward, his presence more commanding than the rest. His robe was embroidered with silver patterns, marking him as someone of higher rank. His voice was calm, almost eerily so.

"Lucas."

His name. Not "traveler," not "adventurer." Just his name.

Lucas’s muscles tensed.

"That which was disturbed must be set right," the man continued, his hood tilting slightly. "You stand in violation."

Lucas had no idea what that meant, but it didn’t sound good.

Lena shifted beside him, her fingers twitching toward her daggers. "Oh, fantastic," she muttered under her breath. "Creepy cultists with a grudge. Just what we needed."

Lucas didn’t reply. His eyes flickered between them, counting their positions, gauging the distance. If a fight broke out, could they win? Maybe. But the merchants would be caught in the crossfire.

Not ideal.

The lead figure took another step forward. "Will you submit?"

Lucas’s lips parted—

And then, it happened.

The leader’s head jerked slightly, as if hearing something. Then his entire posture shifted. The tension in his stance bled away, replaced by something far stranger.

Recognition.

Lucas’s breath caught as every single one of them turned rigid.

Then, as one—

They stepped back.

Without a word, without hesitation, they withdrew, vanishing into the trees as swiftly as they had come.

Just like that, they were gone.

Lena blinked. "What the actual—"

Lucas wasn’t listening.

Because at that moment, he heard it.

A whisper.

"Everything is balanced. I let you be, you let me be."

Lucas’s blood ran cold.

The voice had no direction. No source. It wasn’t in his ears—it was in his mind.

Lena snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Lucas? You good?"

Lucas barely nodded. His thoughts swirled.

Who—or what—had just intervened?

And why did they let him go?

The rest of the journey passed in eerie silence. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The merchants, once chatty about trade routes and market prices, now cast wary glances at Lucas when they thought he wasn’t looking. Even Lena picked up on it, though she didn’t comment—yet.

When they finally reached the trade town and completed the commission, the lead merchant hesitated before handing over their payment. His eyes lingered on Lucas, suspicion clear in his furrowed brow.

"You—" he started, then stopped. He forced a tight smile, pressing the coin pouch into Lucas’s hand. "Good work. Safe travels back."

Lucas didn’t respond. He could tell the man wanted to say more but chose to hold his tongue.

Lena waited until they were well out of earshot before nudging him. "Alright, spill. Why are they looking at you like you’re some kind of dark prophet?"

Lucas exhaled sharply. "No idea."

She snorted. "Liar. But fine, be mysterious."

They returned to the guild without incident, the weight of the encounter still hanging in the air.

After Lucas and Lena left, the lead merchant wasted no time. He strode straight to the counter, his expression grim.

Siraye was already there.

"He’s back?" she asked, as if she had been expecting this.

The merchant nodded. Then, in a low, urgent whisper, he said:

"The Primordial Order just left after seeing him. Keep your eyes on him."

Siraye’s gaze sharpened.

She said nothing—but the way her fingers curled ever so slightly against the wood of the counter spoke volumes.

Siraye’s expression remained unreadable as she processed the merchant’s words.

"The Primordial Order left after seeing him?" she repeated, her voice calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.

The merchant nodded, still visibly unsettled. "They didn’t say a word. Just looked at him and walked away like he wasn’t worth their time."

Siraye narrowed her eyes, turning the information over in her mind. The Primordial Order was relentless when it came to purging anything tainted by Zareth’s influence. They wouldn’t simply back down without reason.

She crossed her arms.

I do not sense Darkness in him.

Her divine intuition, honed by years of devotion to Solmara, should have reacted if he carried the taint of the Dark One. And yet—nothing. He felt... normal. Too normal.

That only made her more suspicious.

Is he truly that skilled? To be able to conceal Zareth’s mark, even from me?

She clenched her fists, frustration simmering beneath her composed exterior.

If he is the Dark Prophet... I cannot allow him to spread his corruption within Velmoria.

The prophecy had warned of a harbinger, a false savior who would walk unnoticed among the people, shrouded in deception, spreading Zareth’s influence under the guise of an ordinary man. If Lucas was that harbinger, then he was a threat to everything she had sworn to protect.

And yet, she hesitated.

If he was truly Zareth’s Prophet, why had he not acted? Why was he taking meaningless escort commissions instead of sowing discord? Why did he not wield the dark miracles prophesied in ancient texts?

Could it be... he does not know what he is?

The thought unsettled her even more. If Lucas was indeed the Dark Prophet but remained unaware of his own nature, then he was a ticking bomb—one that could detonate at any moment.

She could not afford to take chances.

Siraye exhaled slowly, her grip tightening.

I will watch him. Closely.

If he proved himself a danger, she would do what was necessary.

For Velmoria.

For Solmara.

For the light.