Chapter 2179 - Briefing (1/2)

Thud!

I fell on the ground as I walked out of the teleportation gate; the last attack took too much of me. It left me weak and shaking but Ive survived, and that is all that matters.

”Lord Micheal!”

Several voices said as I fell and came to help me, but I rejected their help. I took a couple of deep breaths before slowly getting up. The weakness had come because I had used too much energy at the time of instant; it won't take me long to recover enough to function normally.

”Let's go; I have to brief Lord Whitman about the mission,” I said to one of the assistants of lord Whitman who was waiting by the teleportation gate.

He nodded after a moment of hesitation, and we walked toward lord Whitman's office.

Click!

A few minutes later, I opened the door to lord Whitman's office and walked inside. Lord Whitman is sitting on his usual chair with tens of screens in front of him, but it is not him. He is not present in his office; it is just his projection.

It is not surprising, there is a huge war going, and a powerful person like him could not always remain in his office, even if it is his responsibility. He had to participate in the war, secretly or otherwise.

”Micheal, you do not look good,” Lord Whitman said; he looked at me, ”I do not feel good,” I said and took the seat he had offered.

”I assume you have come across something dangerous?” he asked, and his face turned quite serious when he asked that. ”Yes, something very powerful. A powerful scion of Golden Fire Werewolf Tribe,” I replied, and a thread of energy released from my finger and formed a small projection.

I would have made it bigger, but I only have the energy to support one of this size. I had shown him the important parts while explaining with my mouth.

It is very hard to record the powerhouses with such clarity, their power interferes with it, but I did not use any tech or an artifact to record it. Ive recorded it through my core; with it, everything came clearly without any interference.

”Another core scion of top royal tribe, and this one seemed quite very powerful,” Lord Whitman said with a sigh.

”It had even got scrying great art,” he added. There is something in his voice that I can't place. It seemed like there is more to it than I know, but I did not ask; such things should not be known without sufficient power, and I don't think the lord Whitman would tell me, even if I had asked him.

”Micheal, you have done a great job in this mission. Not only you have killed the vidette but also able to rescue five of our people,” Lord Whitman said after some, to that I just smiled.

While the mission could say to be a success but I am still not feeling the joy I should be feeling.