Chapter 102: The Unravelling(3) (1/2)
Beneath Aztec Capital.
A group of more than twenty people walked in a tunnel path like people that were about to commit massive genocide.
After they passed a tunnel path, they were greeted with a beautiful sight that was stained with blood.
In front of them was another masked group that stood in what looked like a massive open field linking to the tunnel path.
Surrounding the masked group was bodies of Aztec soldiers. There were easily recognizable to their dress style and the Aztec insignia pinned on their shirts.
All of them, regardless of their strength, were dead and their blood helped to die the green grass red.
The strange place had multiple channels that led to it, one of them being what the other group used to get to space.
However, this was not the most eye-catching thing in this underground open space.
The most spectacular occurrence in the open location was an eerie grey wall that was fixed at the end of the open field, opposite all the channels.
It was easily noticed as it was the only grey wall in the brown wall. Also, from the way it was fixed into the wall, one could tell that it wasn't the same as the others.
The grey wall continuously released a wailing screamed that deeply scared the heart of anyone that looked at it.
Its surface squirmed as if it was made of raw flesh.
It was definitely detrimental to the eyes of anyone that looked, but when the two groups stared, they didn't feel anything nefarious. Instead, they felt at home.
Focusing on what was in front of them, the masked group removed their masks and bowed to a man in the center of the other group, ”Second Evil, this is the place.”
They had been tasked by the man called the Second Evil to clear the path for them.
Obeying their orders, they killed all the Aztec soldiers, including some Knight Captains and a Knight Major, without alerting those above ground.
Now that they had finished their tasks, they were free to regroup with the main group.
As the groups joined one another to form a unified, the Second Evil nonchalantly nodded.
He had personally divided the two groups for specific tasks.
The first group, the previously masked group, was made up of those he had originally brought with him for his mission.
They were unrecognizable, which made it easy for them to walk in broad daylight. This was especially good as the Aztec Capital and the other cities were not small enough for everyone to know one another.
The second group was made up of those he had recruited from Aztec Kingdom.
It was a well-thought decision on his side as they served as spies and a veil to the first group.
Currently, the others in the group were in the Capital fulfilling a mission he had given them.
Among the unified group, one of them, a middle-aged man held another man on his shoulders.
The man on his shoulders looked badly beaten, almost to the point of death, and was missing one arm.
If one looked closely, one would recognize the man.
He was Grif, one of the king's direct five subordinates and his captor was also recognizable, being the head of the Forst Noble House, Duke Forst.
Contrary to what others might think, he was not a traitor or an arrogant rich noble.
He was just a man that hitched a ride that guaranteed his survival. Even till this point, he buried his nervous spirit as he knew the weight of his actions.
It was not only him. There were other nobles who joined this strange organization.
......
Grif was barely alive on the shoulders of Duke Forst. He had followed his king's orders, and surprisingly got captured after months of spying.
His original thought was that Duke Forst was clean, but that quickly changed when he got captured and nearly killed.
It was then he understood that they had known of his presence all along, but chose not to act, playing along with him.
Even after capturing him, they didn't torture him as they already had what they wanted.
They had captured him today which showed that they understood the protocols established by the king and his subordinates. They knew that if he didn't report back after two days, it would mean something had happened to him!
Such detailed planning scared him.
Only a few people in Aztec could possess the patience and the brains necessary for that.
After cooling down a little, he realized that the group was planning something big today and that was why they finally captured him.
They had taken him to their head, the Second Evil, and from there, had taken a tunnel path to where they currently were.
Everything seemed to be extremely planned and it dulled Grif's hope of informing the king of this nefarious plan.
Grif only needed one look at his current location to understand the answer that has burdened Aztec Kingdom for close to a year; the purpose of the organization.
Ignoring his body state, he wallowed at the group, ”What are you doing? Do not open it!”
Annoyed by his screams, Duke Forst aggressively threw him down.
However, Grif kept trembling, ”Do not open it! Please, do not open it! Ple--”
His head was kicked by Duke Forst and he lost consciousness.
Duke Forst then looked at the strange leader of the group, the Second Evil.
The man was strange. He wasn't beautiful but had a normal, pleasing, and cool face, capable of mesmerizing anyone who looked at it.
However, what was strange about him was his bandaged left arm. The man moved it very efficiently, so it made one wonder why it was even bandaged in the first place.
Duke Forst stopped guessing and asked the man, ”What do we do to Grif?”