Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 368

Chapter 368: Ritual interpret

“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.”

“Got it,” Myne said, her grin returning. “Don’t get yourself killed before the fireworks start.”

Aiden smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The team moved into position, their movements as fluid as shadows. Myne’s unit struck swiftly and silently, eliminating the patrols with precision. Within minutes, the east side was clear, and Aiden’s team slipped through the breach.

As they approached the inner perimeter, the air grew heavy with the raw energy emanating from the ritual site. The chanting grew louder, a discordant melody that seemed to vibrate through their very bones. Aiden clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus.

They reached the base of the dais undetected, the glowing runes casting strange shadows across their faces. Aiden signaled for the team to split. Myne’s group disappeared into the shadows, heading for the leyline conduits, while Aiden and his unit ascended the dais.

At the top, the ritual was nearing its climax. The robed figures encircling the dais seemed almost otherworldly, their faces obscured by masks, their movements synchronized with the pulsating energy. In the center, a towering figure stood, their aura radiating power. It was clear they were the ritual’s orchestrator.

Aiden’s heart pounded as he signaled his team to fan out. Timing was everything—one wrong move, and they’d lose their only chance to stop this.

He drew his blade, its edge glinting in the ethereal light. The time for subtlety had passed. With a sharp motion, he gave the signal.

“Now.”

The strike was swift and brutal. Explosions erupted along the leyline conduits as Myne’s team triggered the charges, sending waves of destabilizing energy through the site. Aiden and his unit surged forward, cutting down the robed figures with lethal precision.

The ritual leader turned, their mask falling away to reveal a face twisted with fury. They raised their hands, and the air around the dais crackled with raw power.

“You dare disrupt the sacred convergence?” they roared, their voice echoing unnaturally.

Aiden met their gaze, his own expression cold and unyielding. “Your ambition ends here.”

The battle that followed was chaos incarnate. Energy flared wildly, the unstable leylines tearing at the ground as Aiden and the leader clashed in a blur of blades and spells. Every strike was a gamble, every move a test of skill and will.

In the end, it was Aiden’s determination that tipped the scales. With a final, devastating blow, he severed the leader’s connection to the leyline, sending a shockwave through the valley. The ritual collapsed in on itself, the energy dissipating in a brilliant cascade of light.

As the dust settled, Aiden stood amidst the ruins of the dais, his blade dripping with the leader’s blood. The strike team regrouped around him, battered but victorious.

“That was close,” Myne said, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “But we did it.”

Aiden nodded, his gaze sweeping over the wreckage. “This was just the beginning. The Celestial Court won’t take this loss lightly.”

“Good,” Myne said with a grim smile. “Let them come. We’ll be ready.”

The air was still heavy with the aftermath of the battle as Aiden’s team began their retreat from the shattered ritual site. The glowing runes on the dais had faded, leaving only faint scorch marks and splintered stone as evidence of the power that had once surged through them. Aiden’s eyes remained fixed on the horizon as they descended into the shadows of the valley, his thoughts racing even as his body moved automatically.

Myne fell into step beside him, her expression unreadable. “So, what’s the next move? That little stunt probably put us on every bounty board the Celestial Court can muster.”

Aiden didn’t respond immediately. His mind replayed the events of the battle—every step, every decision, every fleeting moment where the plan could have unraveled. Finally, he said, “We keep moving. The Court’s retribution will come, but it’ll take time for them to reorganize. Until then, we hit their supply lines harder. Starve them of resources and make them bleed for every inch of ground.”

Myne tilted her head, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re relentless. But that’s what makes you dangerous.”

He glanced at her, the faintest flicker of amusement in his otherwise stony expression. “Compliments already? I must be doing something right.”

Their banter was interrupted by Liam’s voice crackling through the comms. “Aiden, I’ve analyzed the ritual remnants. The Court wasn’t just trying to enhance their forces—they were testing a way to anchor themselves directly into the leylines. If they perfect it, they’ll have near-limitless power in the regions they control.”

Aiden’s jaw tightened. “How close were they to succeeding?”

“Too close for comfort,” Liam admitted. “We’ve set them back, but they’ll adapt. And now they know someone out there can challenge them.”

“Then we make sure they don’t get the chance to adapt,” Aiden said firmly. “Liam, keep monitoring their movements. If they try this again, I want to know before they even light the first rune.”

“Understood,” Liam replied.

By the time they reached their hidden transport, the storm had fully passed, leaving the night sky clear and cold. The stars above seemed impossibly distant, their light faint against the vastness of the dark. Aiden paused for a moment, staring up at them as the team boarded the vehicle.

“You look like you’re about to wax poetic,” Myne said, leaning casually against the side of the transport. “Planning a speech about hope and perseverance?”

He smirked, shaking his head. “Just thinking. The stars remind me of how small we are in the grand scheme of things. But also how much potential we have to change it.”

Her expression softened, just for a moment. “Careful, Aiden. You’re starting to sound like an idealist.”

“Maybe,” he replied, stepping into the transport. “But idealism doesn’t win wars. Strategy does.”

The vehicle rumbled to life, its cloaking systems activating as it slipped into the night. Inside, the team debriefed briefly before settling into a tense silence. Every victory brought new challenges, and everyone knew the next confrontation would be even more dangerous.

Aiden leaned back against the wall of the transport, his eyes half-closed as he let the exhaustion creep in. The fight wasn’t over—not by a long shot—but for now, they had struck a blow against the Celestial Court. And as long as he could keep pushing, keep outmaneuvering them, there was still a chance to break their grip on the world.

The transport carried them deeper into the forest, its cloaking field blending seamlessly with the shadows of towering trees. Inside, the silence was thick, punctuated only by the low hum of the vehicle’s engine. Aiden sat at the front, his mind restless despite his body’s fatigue. Every decision, every move in the last hours replayed in his thoughts. He couldn’t afford to dwell on mistakes—but he couldn’t ignore them either.

Across from him, Myne sharpened one of her daggers, the sound of metal scraping against stone oddly soothing in the tense atmosphere. She glanced up, her emerald eyes studying Aiden. “You’ve been quiet. Planning our next suicide mission already?”

Aiden smirked faintly. “Not suicide. Calculated risks.”

“Ah, yes, because risking our necks against a leyline-powered army wasn’t already ambitious enough.” She tilted her head, her tone light but her eyes sharp. “What’s the plan, then? Hit them harder? Or are we going underground?”

Before Aiden could respond, Liam’s holographic form flickered into existence beside them, his expression grim. “Aiden, I’ve got news. The Celestial Court’s forces are mobilizing faster than expected. They’ve begun fortifying their southern territories, and they’re pulling troops from other fronts. Whatever they’re planning, it’s big.”

Aiden straightened, his focus sharpening. “Do we know what they’re guarding?”

“Not yet,” Liam replied, the faint glow of his form dimming as he accessed additional data streams. “But they’ve issued an emergency summons for one of their High Guardians. That’s not something they do lightly.”

The mention of a High Guardian sent a ripple of unease through the group. The High Guardians were the Celestial Court’s elite enforcers, each one a force of nature in their own right. Facing one was tantamount to suicide without extensive preparation.

Myne’s brow furrowed. “A High Guardian? That’s new. They must be panicking if they’re bringing out someone like that.”

“Or they’re preparing for something catastrophic,” Liam added. “Either way, we’ll need to tread carefully. A direct confrontation isn’t an option.”

Aiden nodded, his mind already piecing together their next steps. “Then we don’t give them a target. If they’re focused on defending their southern territories, we’ll exploit their distraction. Hit their northern supply lines, disrupt their communication networks, and make them think we’re everywhere at once.”

“Classic misdirection,” Myne said with a grin. “I like it.”

The rest of the team murmured their agreement, their trust in Aiden evident despite the daunting odds. He didn’t take it lightly—every decision he made carried their lives in the balance. But hesitation wasn’t an option. Not now.