Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 367

Chapter 367: Battle IX

“Stubborn bastard,” Aiden muttered, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. He glanced toward Myne, who was holding her own against the Celestial Court’s soldiers. Her shadows danced across the battlefield, taking down enemies with ruthless efficiency, but the sheer number of troops was wearing her down.

They couldn’t afford to drag this out.

Aiden reached into his spatial ring and pulled out a vial of shimmering, golden liquid. A rare elixir, potent enough to temporarily boost his strength beyond its normal limits. He uncorked it and drank in one swift motion, feeling the surge of energy flood his body like wildfire.

The warbeast roared again, preparing for another charge, but this time, Aiden didn’t wait. He launched himself forward, faster than before, his enhanced speed leaving an afterimage in his wake. The beast reared up, its claws poised to strike, but Aiden anticipated the move.

“Starfall Slash!”

He leapt high into the air, his sword blazing with radiant energy as he brought it down with all his might. The impact was cataclysmic, a burst of light and force that shook the entire plateau. When the dust cleared, the warbeast lay motionless, a massive crater carved into its chest where Aiden’s attack had landed.

He landed gracefully, his breathing heavy but controlled. The warbeast’s glowing eyes dimmed, and its body began to disintegrate, its bioengineered form unable to sustain itself after such damage.

A cheer rose from the remaining soldiers of his strike team, but Aiden’s focus remained sharp. The Celestial Court’s forces were regrouping, their commanders barking orders to reform their lines.

“Myne!” he called, his voice cutting through the chaos. “Time to fall back!”

She appeared beside him in an instant, her shadows coiling protectively around them. “Nice work with the big guy,” she said, a sly grin on her face. “But I hope you’ve got an exit plan.”

Aiden nodded, pulling a small device from his belt. A beacon, already primed to summon a spatial transport. He pressed the button, and a shimmering portal began to form a few meters away.

“Get the team through,” he said. “I’ll cover the rear.”

Myne frowned but didn’t argue, motioning for the others to retreat through the portal. As the last of his operatives disappeared, Aiden turned to face the advancing soldiers. He raised his sword, its edge still glowing faintly.

“Come on, then,” he said, his voice steady despite the exhaustion creeping into his limbs. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The soldiers hesitated, their steps faltering as they took in the sight of their fallen warbeast and the man who had felled it. For a moment, it seemed like they might break and retreat, but then a figure stepped forward—a woman clad in golden armor, her presence radiating authority.

“You’ve made a grave mistake, Aiden,” she said, her voice calm but laced with menace. “The Celestial Court does not forgive such transgressions.”

Aiden met her gaze, his smirk returning despite the odds. “Funny, I was about to say the same thing.”

The portal pulsed behind him, and with one last look at the battlefield, he stepped through, leaving the woman and her forces behind.

The moment Aiden stepped through the portal, the blinding light of the battlefield was replaced by the dim glow of his strike team’s hidden rendezvous point. It was a cavern carved deep into the mountain range, its walls etched with faint, ancient runes that shimmered faintly in the low light.

Myne stood nearby, directing the team as they regrouped. The operatives were battered but alive, their dark armor scratched and dented from the skirmish. Supplies were being unpacked, medical kits distributed, and injured soldiers tended to by the team’s medics.

Aiden sheathed his sword, his shoulders finally relaxing as he scanned the room. The raid had gone better than expected, but it was far from a clean victory. The Celestial Court would undoubtedly retaliate, and the warbeast’s presence meant they were willing to escalate the conflict in ways they hadn’t before.

Myne approached, her arms crossed and a familiar smirk tugging at her lips. “I have to say, boss, that little stunt with the warbeast was impressive. Risky as hell, but impressive.”

Aiden chuckled, leaning against a nearby crate. “Risk is part of the job. Besides, it worked, didn’t it?”

She shook her head, her expression softening. “You’re impossible, you know that? One day, your luck’s going to run out.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his tone lighter than he felt. “But not today.”

Before she could respond, a soft chime echoed through the cavern, signaling an incoming communication. Liam’s spectral form materialized in the center of the room, his expression grim.

“I have news,” Liam said, his voice steady but urgent. “While you were executing the raid, I finished analyzing the leyline fluctuations I mentioned earlier. The Celestial Court’s ritual site has been located.”

The room fell silent as every operative turned their attention to the projection. Aiden straightened, his focus sharp. “Where is it?”

“Deep within the Dawnspire Range,” Liam replied. “It’s heavily fortified, and the leyline energy there is unstable. Whatever they’re trying to achieve, they’re putting themselves—and the region—at risk.”

Aiden’s jaw tightened. The Dawnspire Range was treacherous terrain, known for its unpredictable weather and jagged peaks. A direct assault would be nearly impossible, especially with the Court’s defenses in place.

“How long until the ritual is complete?” he asked.

“Three days, at most,” Liam said. “After that, the leyline will be permanently disrupted, and their power in the region will grow exponentially.”

Aiden nodded, already piecing together a plan. “We can’t wait for them to finish. Myne, start prepping the team for a deep infiltration mission. We’ll need minimal gear and maximum stealth.”

She arched an eyebrow, her grin returning. “You’re planning to walk into the lion’s den, aren’t you?”

“Not just walk,” Aiden said, his eyes gleaming with determination. “We’re going to tear it apart from the inside.”

Liam’s form flickered, his tone cautious. “This will be your most dangerous operation yet. The Celestial Court won’t hold back, and the leyline’s instability could create unforeseen hazards.”

“Noted,” Aiden said. “But we don’t have a choice. If we don’t act, they’ll tighten their grip on this region, and we’ll lose any chance of pushing them back.”

The team began moving immediately, their exhaustion pushed aside as they prepared for the next mission. Myne lingered by Aiden’s side, her gaze thoughtful.

“You’re really going all-in on this, aren’t you?” she asked quietly.

He met her eyes, his voice firm. “If we don’t stop them now, more innocent lives will be caught in the crossfire. I won’t let that happen.”

She studied him for a moment before nodding. “Alright, then. Let’s make them regret ever stepping into our territory.”

As the team readied themselves, Aiden took a moment to himself, staring at the flickering rune-light on the cavern walls. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: he couldn’t afford to fail.

Preparations for the infiltration moved swiftly. Within hours, the strike team was outfitted for the rugged terrain of the Dawnspire Range. Lightweight, adaptive armor designed for mountain conditions, grappling hooks, and climbing gear complemented their usual arsenal. Aiden oversaw every detail, ensuring nothing was left to chance.

The entrance of the cavern was buzzing with controlled energy as operatives double-checked their gear. Myne approached Aiden, holding a small vial of shimmering liquid.

“Leyline stabilizer,” she said, handing it to him. “Liam says the leyline energy near the ritual site is volatile. This could buy us a few extra minutes if things go sideways.”

Aiden accepted the vial, his gaze softening for a moment. “Thanks. Let’s hope we don’t need it.”

“Hope isn’t exactly your style,” Myne teased before stepping back to join the rest of the team.

Once everyone was ready, Aiden motioned them forward. They moved in disciplined silence, navigating the uneven terrain under cover of darkness. The air grew colder as they ascended into the Dawnspire Range, the jagged peaks looming like sentinels against the night sky.

Liam’s voice echoed softly in Aiden’s earpiece. “You’re nearing the outer perimeter of the ritual site. Scouts have detected patrols, but they’re spread thin—likely relying on the terrain as a natural defense.”

“Understood,” Aiden replied. He signaled the team to halt, crouching low as they reached a vantage point overlooking the Celestial Court’s encampment.

The ritual site was a sprawling complex nestled in a valley, its heart dominated by a massive stone dais etched with glowing runes. Pillars of raw leyline energy pulsed around the dais, casting an eerie light over the area. Dozens of guards patrolled the perimeter, while robed figures moved in precise formations around the ritual, chanting in unison.

Aiden’s eyes narrowed as he assessed the defenses. The main force was concentrated near the dais, but there were clear weak points in the outer patrol routes. He outlined the plan quickly, his voice low but firm.

“Myne, take your unit and neutralize the patrols on the east side. We’ll use that gap to infiltrate the inner perimeter. Once inside, we’ll split—your team plants charges along the leyline conduits while mine disrupts the ritual directly.”