The half-moon shone dimly over Twilight City, bathing the park in its soft radiance. It illuminated the faces of the two people sitting side by side on an old bench, discussing something quietly.
At some point, one of them: a bearded man with glowing eyes: carefully handed the woman something. There wasnât anyone else nearby, but he still made a conscious effort to hide the object in his sleeve for as long as possible before passing it over.
It was a small black cube, strung on a thin chain. Lots of tiny lights decorated its surface, glittering like stars. They formed faint patterns that wouldnât have meant much to the average person. Yet, if a member of House Etna had been here: or a high-ranking noble, they would have certainly recognized it as a spatial amulet.
The woman: a young lady in her early twenties, with short azure hair: received the object, handing the man another one like it. Naturally, she was Elaine, and the guy was Percy. The amulets were both full of elixirs, but the one sheâd given him also contained the deattunement ingredients sheâd purchased earlier that day.
âDid you run into any issues?â he asked.
âNot really.â she shook her head. âI found almost everything you requested, except for the dazzling fern. Iâve already spoken to Ebony about it: she said I should try looking in the 91st district.â
Percy nodded. Ebony was the name Nesha was using while they stayed here. Elaine was Azure, while Percy had borrowed the name of one of his hosts, calling himself Noland.
âBring it with the next batch if you find it. Iâve put the list in the amulet.â
Elaine was the only one in the group who wasnât a fugitive, so theyâd given her the task of traveling through the white districts during the day, to look for the ingredients he needed. Percy told her what to look for, depending on how the experiments went, while Nesha instructed her on the best places to look for them.
The rest of her time, she spent working for a water manifestation company. This was a special industry they employed in Twilight City, to provide the residents with drinking water. Normally, villages and towns were built near sources of water, like rivers or lakes. Unfortunately, Twilight City had nothing of the sort nearby, as it had been built next to the Thirsty Valley.
For that reason, the Syndicate relied on water users to manifest water out of their own mana, to provide for their residentsâ needs. The pay wasnât that great: especially since she only worked there part-time: but she figured it was good training for her. Manifesting streams of water for hours at a time gave her the chance to work on both her stamina and mana control. It was somewhat useful, since there wasnât any other place in the city suitable for a Green to practice.
Naturally, she couldnât use Circulation while on the job, but the company provided their employees with a few magic potions per day, to help them replenish their reserves faster. The potions cost a fair amount too, and they werenât too effective on the higher grades either. Still, the cityâs management clearly felt it was a small price to pay for the service Elaine and her colleagues provided.
âYou donât look too good.â she suddenly said, her voice tinged with concern. âIs the clone back?â
âYeah.â he sighed. âMy head is killing me. I took the afternoon off. Hopefully, Iâll be back to brewing tomorrow.â
âAnything good?â
âLots of things.â he grinned, before lowering his voice even more. âMost importantly, weâve got it!
The rest of the Dance!
â
Her eyes widened; her face full of questions. But he spoke again.
âItâs a little complicated. Weâll have to practice in the Valley. For now, just stick to the plan.â
âAlright.â she said, getting up.
Percy grabbed her wrist, however, stopping her in her tracks.
âAre you meeting with Ebony soon?â
âTomorrow.â Elaine said.
Theyâd agreed to use different meeting spots with each other. Percy never met his cousin where he met Nesha. The girls used a third location for their own meetings. And they all scheduled their meetings in advance, based on what they needed from each other.
In case of an emergency, theyâd have to visit each other at their inn, of course, but they preferred to leave that as a last resort. Hopefully, it would make it harder for any prying eyes to track the whole group down. Honestly, they knew this was a bit overkill, but theyâd rather be safe than sorry.
âTell her weâre moving our next meeting forward by two days. I have a few new things to discuss with her. Theyâre related to alchemy, and our upcoming business.â
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He let go of her hand as soon as he got a nod back. Elaine then walked away, leaving him alone in the park. The night was still young, and he could use some fresh air, the cold breeze doing wonders for his headache.
It wasnât until about an hour later that he decided to return, hoping to get some shut eye before the sun was up. He was already feeling a little better, so resuming work tomorrow was looking more and more likely.
That said, he didnât head directly towards the inn. Instead, he opted to take the long way around the park, to explore the area a bit more. Not for any practical reason: he just wanted to appreciate the greenery a little longer.
The park wasnât that large, only about a mile across. Still, it was maintained well, the hedges carefully trimmed, the grass regularly manicured. He hadnât seen any trash littering the place either, the whole garden completely spotless.
A few minutes later, he reached the other side of the park. Satisfied with his break, he was about to leave, when something caught his attention. There was a small hut in the middle of the garden, looking completely out of place.
The wooden planks lining its walls were densely covered in preservation runes, yet the enchantments seemed to have done little to stop the material from rotting: a testament to how ancient the hut was. Even the runes themselves were old, as many of them had already faded, their glow dim.
Beyond that, Percy was confident that the enchantments hadnât been there from the start: they had probably been added later, in a futile attempt to maintain the decrepit house. After all, it didnât look like anything special, even by a commonerâs standards. Even the houses in Bogside town were larger than that. The most likely scenario was that somebody had grown interested enough in this place to try preserving it, long after its original owner had moved out.
He hadnât the slightest clue who had done this, but they had to be sanctioned by the Syndicate. That would explain why theyâd built an entire park around it, and even erected a fence around the hut, covering it in
âDO NOT TRESPASSâ
signs.
âItâs the owner of the hut who was special, not the place itself.â somebody said, guessing his thoughts.
It was a female voice, piercing the deafening silence of the park like a gentle melody.
Gentle or not, it still caused Percyâs heart to skip a beat, however. Heâd only stayed here this long because he thought he was alone. Generally, he avoided meeting anyone he didnât have to, to minimize the risk of somebody recognizing him.
But he didnât let his shock show on his face, unwilling to make himself any more suspicious. Turning slowly, he soon located the person whoâd just spoken. A young lady, wearing simple clothes. A ragged outfit of worn linen. Not the kind of attire one would expect to see on such a pretty girl. Her black hair fluttered softly in the wind, her delicate features looking like theyâd been carved out of the finest jade. She stood a few dozen metres away, seemingly admiring the enchanted hut too.
Every time the wind blew towards him; he caught whiff of a strange scent coming from her. It was faintly sweet, reminding him of agarwood. Though it wasnât exactly the kind of perfume somebody would wear by choice. It was more like an aroma that had clung to her by accident, perhaps from her house. Or her workplace.
More importantly, a Green core thrummed in her chest. And he had some trouble identifying her affinity, having never seen mana channels shaped like hers. It had to be a rare one. One that he hadnât seen since he got his mutated eyes, ruling out life, soul, karma and space.
Her cheap clothes non-withstanding, a Yellow-born with a rare affinity was very likely to be a noble. Even worse, her face looked a little familiar, though he couldnât quite recall where heâd seen her before.
Was it from the Guild? Maybe she used to work there? Or was she some travelling merchant whoâd passed through the settlement at some point during his stay?
Then again, Percy had never been the most social person. He was sure she wasnât one of the attendants whoâd bought his nectar and sold him the elixirs. And he hadnât met that many people in the Guild.
But where else could they have met? One of the towns on the way to Twilight City perhaps? Or had she visited the Avalon mansion when he was younger?
Either way,
this was bad
.
Getting seen by a stranger was already an unnecessary risk. Coming face to face with somebody he knew was a hundred times worse. If she recognized him too, he was screwed!
Panicking, he scrambled to think of a good excuse to run away before she got a better look at him. Then again, leaving in a rush would only draw more attention. What he needed to do was to keep a low profile and try not to make an impression. Thus, he didnât even dare to open his mouth, afraid his voice might give away more clues.
The woman seemed to have mistaken his prolonged silence for something else, however. Her pink lips parted into a bright smile, two faint dimples forming on her cheeks.
âI didnât think anybody else would be interested in this hut. Most people donât spare it a second glance. Itâs sad really, seeing a place with such a rich history forgotten like that.â
Percy frowned.
Nothing in her words suggested she might have recognized him.
This was a great start
. Forcing himself to calm down, he took advantage of the situation, sinking deeper into the topic at hand, to distract her.
âWhat history? I have trouble figuring out why the Syndicate has put so much time and effort into preserving a dusty old hut.â
She chuckled.
âItâs not just a âdusty old hutâ. Itâs the birthplace of a very influential person⊠heâs the reason this city even exists.â
Percy couldnât help but raise an eyebrow.
âOne of the founders, you mean? The people who built their restaurants next to the Valley?â
âNope. Everyone knows that story, but they only settled here because of the Valley. Almost nobody knows why the Valley itself was placed here, thoughâŠâ
Her words confused him more. As far as he could tell, the Thirsty Valley was a Decree, cast here by a titan. How many people on Remior even knew what a Decree was?
Suddenly, he felt more on-guard against the woman, giving her another appraising look. If she truly knew something that esoteric, she might be involved with the Divine Root in some way.
This was even worse than heâd initially feared
.
Oblivious to his thoughts, she continued, however, soon confirming some of his suspicions.
âThe Thirsty Valley was created by the titan, Kronos. A previous leader of the Divine Order. And he chose this place for purely sentimental reasons.â
Percy wanted to get the hell out of here.
Still, realizing something, he pushed his worries aside for a moment, failing to contain his curiosity.
âThe hut⊠was it...?â
The woman nodded.
âItâs where Kronos was born.
This dusty old hut.
â