Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 388

Chapter 388: Victory II

Myne joined him, her expression serious. “It’s dangerous. If we take it, they’ll come after us with everything they’ve got.”

Aiden’s jaw tightened. “That’s exactly what we want. This war isn’t just about survival—it’s about sending a message. We’re not afraid of them.”

He carefully lifted the crystal from the pedestal, its dark energy pulsating in his hand. Myne’s shadows immediately wrapped around it, dampening its presence. “Let’s plant the charges and get out of here,” Aiden said.

As the team worked to rig the vault with explosives, Aiden’s Spirit Sense suddenly flared. A powerful presence was approaching—fast. “We’ve got company,” he warned, drawing his weapon.

The door to the vault burst open, and a towering figure stepped inside. Clad in Abyssal armor that seemed to writhe with living shadows, the figure exuded an aura of raw power. Its voice was a deep, guttural growl. “So, the rats have come to play.”

Aiden stepped forward, his weapon at the ready. “We’re more than rats. And we’re here to tear your operation apart.”

The Abyssal general laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the vault. “Bold words. Let’s see if you can back them up.”

The battle began in an instant. The general moved with surprising speed for his size, his massive blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. Aiden met the attack head-on, their weapons clashing in a burst of sparks. Myne joined the fray, her shadowmancy weaving around the general, seeking to exploit any opening.

The rest of the team focused on securing the crystal and completing the charges, their movements quick and efficient. The room was a storm of energy and steel, every clash reverberating with the force of the combatants’ power.

Despite the general’s strength, Aiden fought with relentless determination. His strikes were precise, his movements fluid, each attack probing for a weakness. Myne’s shadows harried the general from all sides, forcing him to split his attention.

Finally, Aiden saw his chance. The general overextended, and Aiden capitalized, his blade slicing through the armor at the general’s side. The Abyssal roared in pain, staggering back.

“Now!” Aiden shouted. Myne’s shadows surged forward, coiling around the general and binding him in place. Aiden didn’t hesitate, driving his weapon through the chink in the armor and into the general’s core. With a final, guttural growl, the general collapsed, his body disintegrating into shadows.

“Charges are set,” one of the operatives called. “We need to move!”

Aiden and Myne regrouped with the team, the dark crystal secured. They raced through the stronghold as the countdown ticked closer to zero. Explosions erupted behind them as they reached the perimeter, the ground shaking beneath their feet.

When they finally emerged into the forest, the stronghold was a blazing inferno behind them. Aiden turned to watch as the flames consumed the Abyss’s operations. It was a small victory, but a significant one.

“This is just the beginning,” he said, his voice filled with determination. “We’re going to take the fight to them, one step at a time.”

The strike team regrouped in the forest’s dense cover, each member breathing heavily but victorious. The blazing inferno in the distance illuminated the night sky, a stark reminder of their success. Aiden clutched the dark crystal, its malevolent energy still thrumming in his grip. Even through Myne’s shadow-dampening shroud, he could feel the raw Abyssal power radiating from it.

Myne leaned against a tree, wiping a streak of blood from her cheek. “That was too close. If that general had been just a little faster, we might not have made it.”

Aiden nodded but remained silent. His mind was already turning over the implications of what they’d found. This crystal wasn’t just a weapon or a resource; it was something far more dangerous.

One of the operatives, a wiry man with sharp eyes named Dren, approached and saluted. “All charges detonated as planned. The depot is gone, and their supply lines will be crippled for weeks.”

“Good work,” Aiden said, his tone steady. “But this is just the start. We’ve rattled their cage, and they’ll be coming for us.”

“They always do,” Myne said with a smirk, though her eyes betrayed her weariness. “But we’re still standing.”

Aiden turned to the team. “We need to move. They’ll send scouts and reinforcements as soon as they recover. We’ll regroup at the fallback point and evaluate what we’ve taken.”

The group moved swiftly through the forest, Myne’s shadowmancy masking their presence. They followed a winding path that took them far from the blazing stronghold, the sounds of pursuit growing faint behind them.

At the fallback point, a secluded cave hidden by a natural waterfall, the team set up a temporary base. The crystal was placed on a reinforced pedestal, its dark energy confined by an array of protective wards crafted by one of the team’s enchanters. The room fell silent as everyone gathered around it, the weight of its presence palpable.

“What exactly is it?” Dren asked, his voice uneasy.

Aiden studied the crystal, his Spirit Sense probing its depths. “A concentrated fragment of Abyssal power. It’s not just energy—it’s sentient. A fragment of the Abyss itself.”

“Sentient?” Myne’s eyes narrowed. “You mean it’s alive?”

“In a way,” Aiden replied. “It’s more like… an extension of their will. It’s why the Abyss is so dangerous. They don’t just fight with armies—they corrupt, infect, and consume everything they touch.”

The room fell silent. The weight of Aiden’s words settled over the group like a heavy fog.

“So what do we do with it?” Dren finally asked. “Destroy it?”

“We can’t,” Aiden said. “Not yet. The power inside it is too unstable. If we try to break it without the right preparation, it could unleash a disaster worse than anything the Abyss has done so far.”

Myne crossed her arms. “So what’s the plan? We can’t just carry this thing around forever.”

Aiden’s gaze hardened. “We study it. Learn from it. If the Abyss can wield this kind of power, so can we. But we’ll do it on our terms—not theirs.”

The group exchanged uneasy glances, but no one voiced any objections. They trusted Aiden, even if his path was fraught with danger.

Later that night, Aiden stood alone outside the cave, the sound of the waterfall masking his thoughts. Myne approached, her usual smirk replaced with a rare look of concern.

“You’re carrying too much, you know,” she said quietly.

Aiden didn’t look at her. “Someone has to.”

“You’re going to break if you keep this up,” she said, stepping closer. “Even you have limits, Aiden.”

He turned to her, his silver eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. “If I break, then I break. But I won’t stop. Not until the Abyss is finished.”

Myne sighed, but she didn’t press further. She knew better than anyone that Aiden’s resolve was unshakable. Instead, she reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Just don’t forget you have a team,” she said. “You’re not in this alone.”

Aiden nodded, a faint smile breaking through his grim expression. “Thanks, Myne.”

They stood in silence for a while, the sound of the waterfall filling the void. In the distance, the faint glow of the destroyed depot still lingered, a testament to their first strike against the Abyss.

But Aiden knew this was only the beginning. The Abyss would retaliate, and the battles ahead would be even more brutal. Yet, as he stood there with Myne by his side, he felt a flicker of hope.

The fight wasn’t over—not by a long shot—but they had taken the first step. And as long as they kept moving forward, they had a chance to win.

The following morning, the strike team began their preparations. The air inside the cave was heavy with tension, every operative focused on sharpening weapons, repairing armor, or tending to minor injuries. Despite their victory, the looming threat of retaliation from the Abyss hung over them like a storm cloud.

Aiden gathered everyone in the central chamber, where the Abyssal crystal still pulsed faintly within its protective wards. The team formed a loose circle around him, their faces a mixture of determination and exhaustion.

“Last night was a victory,” Aiden began, his voice steady and commanding. “We dealt a serious blow to their supply chain, but that’s just the beginning. The Abyss doesn’t retreat. They adapt. They’ll be hunting us now, and they’ll throw everything they have to reclaim this.” He gestured toward the crystal.

Dren stepped forward, his brow furrowed. “So what’s our next move? We can’t stay here for long.”

“We won’t,” Aiden replied. “Our priority is to relocate the crystal to a secure location where we can study it without interference. I’ve already sent a message to Nexus—he’ll meet us at the rendezvous point with reinforcements.”

At the mention of Nexus, the group exchanged murmurs. The enigmatic figure was known for his vast knowledge and unparalleled ability to counter the Abyss, but he rarely worked directly with Aiden’s strike teams.

“Reinforcements?” Myne raised an eyebrow. “Since when do we rely on backup?”

“We’re not,” Aiden said, his tone firm. “But this isn’t just about us anymore. The crystal is a game-changer, and we need every advantage we can get.”

The team fell silent, absorbing his words. Even Myne, usually quick with a sarcastic quip, nodded in understanding.