What? I Actually Reincarnated As Stepping Stone In Another World?

Chapter 163 Sorties

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Without pause, the trio advanced to the room's terminus, where yet another black door awaited.

Witnessing this, the sharp-featured man turned his attention to the guard at his side, inquiring, "Are they contained herein?"

The guard met his gaze with affirmation, responding in composed tones, "Indeed, they are confined within. Special chains ensnare them, precluding the use of elemental arts abilities to escape."

With a measured stride, the guard pressed forward, withdrawing a crimson key from his pocket.

Guiding it into the aperture, he elicited a sonorous "Click," subsequently urging the door ajar.

"Whoosh!"

The door's ingress unveiled a spectacle that defied expectation.

Within the confines of this unique chamber resided two female forms, fettered at the neck, wrists, and ankles.

Blindfolded by ebony cloths, their vision was obscured.

The captives embodied an unmistakable lineage—the elven race of the elven continent; their characteristic pointed ears were an emblem of their heritage.

Witnessing this, an uncustomary grin graced the man's features, his mirth erupting in unrestrained laughter.

"Hahahaha! A prized acquisition, an elf of exceptional quality!" He chortled, his countenance awash with delight.

"With this coup, their deference will be mine, and the promised power shall be mine to claim!" His fingers clenched with fervor, and his declaration was infused with exhilaration—a stark departure from his prior impassivity.

This man, none other than the head of the "Black Skulls," the Balka Empire's preeminent syndicate dedicated to abduction and assassination, was notorious for their unforgiving nature and their elusive, nearly inscrutable havens.

The syndicate's scope extended further, encompassing assassination assignments executed by a sprawling network concealed throughout the Balka Empire.

This clandestine assembly strategically overwhelmed the Balka empire that sought its eradication.

The covert operatives, interwoven within society's fabric, facilitated the procurement of commodities and captives, oiling the wheels of the trade enterprise.

In the presence of the unconscious elven pair, his elation was palpable.

A month earlier, enigmatic envoys and potent factions mysteriously sought his cooperation, endeavoring to barter for kidnapped humans.

Initially disinclined, he rebuffed these overtures, their obscurity amplified by the shrouds concealing their identities.

However, a mere glimpse of the cloaked figures' prodigious prowess compelled his reluctant capitulation to their inscrutable cause.

"Fortune favors me, as the merchandise is ready for receipt. They ought to arrive soon, given my recent summons," he said, his unwavering gaze never wavering from the near-identical visages of the two prostrate elves.

Conversely, Rian and Carina traversed the cave's depths, their senses expanding through their elemental saint perceptions, a protective lattice cast to unveil traps and concealed adversaries.

Fortunately, their passage proved bereft of danger, yielding only obsidian corridors devoid of illumination.

"A haven such as this is indeed an apt sanctuary, a realm eluding the imperial pursuit with unmatched precision," Rian appraised earnestly, marveling at the prowess displayed by the preeminent syndicate in the Balka Empire—a cabal so adroit at evasion that the empire's investigative endeavors were in vain.

In response, Carina, by his side, acknowledged his sentiment with a nod. She maintained a vigilant and curious survey of her surroundings.

"True enough... Who could have fathomed that a desolate, forest-shrouded mountain would harbor the empire's paramount syndicate?" Carina sighed, her reverence for their adversaries evident in her tone.

"Yet, the enigma that remains is how Arthur managed to unveil the minutiae of their headquarters," Carina mused aloud, her curiosity piqued by the depth of Arthur's resources and connections that enabled such a revelation.

Rian, no stranger to the phenomenon, nodded in concurrence.

He contemplated Arthur's mystique in a mystic way, his all-encompassing knowledge resembling an uncanny insight into the world's very fabric, his initial astonishment gradually evolving into acquiescence.

"It's not entirely astonishing, considering how enigmatic young master Arthur has always been. Unraveling this syndicate's lair appears trivial in comparison," Rian quipped playfully, his laughter dancing upon the air.

Carina could only offer a smile in response, acknowledging the truth of Rian's words.

Arthur's enigmatic aura extended to encompass his knowledge of her vendetta against David and even her entanglement with the shadowy organization that had ensnared her.

"You're absolutely correct; his air of mystery is truly profound," she added nonchalantly.

With that, they continued along the cavernous passage until they eventually arrived at a grand black door that stood wide open before them.

"What does this door lead to?" Rian mused, his curiosity piqued.

With Carina beside him, equally intrigued, they advanced toward the expansive door and stepped within.

In an instant, an astonishing tableau unfolded before their eyes: to their right and left lay an array of iron prisons, each containing humans ensnared by chains.

"This is a slave chamber!" Rian was aghast, his disbelief palpable.

Not that he was unacquainted with such scenes—his extensive experiences had often thrust him into even graver circumstances, devoid of even the meager solace of clothing and absent the respite of reprieve from tormenting guards.

Yet the extent of this clandestine abode, with its staggering multitude of human captives, caught him off guard.

Carina's visage mirrored her sentiment, a mélange of revulsion and anger, her gaze directed at the multitude of imprisoned souls.

"Utterly loathsome and merciless," she reproached, her voice laden with gravity.

Slowly, she and Rian traversed the expanse, their eyes fixed on the terror-stricken captives.

Amidst the disheartening spectacle, expressions of distress and trepidation met their arrival, eliciting a shared exchange of glances between Rian and Carina.

"Were they subjected to such cruelty that it left them in this state of terror?" Rian posed the question in a hushed tone.

In response, Carina scrutinized the surroundings, her attention drawn to a headless male cadaver sprawled nearby.

Witnessing this, Carina hastened to the prison cell, her focus fixed on the lifeless form.

"A corpse?" she ruminated silently, descending into a squat to touch the still-fresh bloodstains.

The traces of blood conveyed that the headless man had met his demise recently.

"Has this man just been killed?" Rian approached, his eyes locked on the sight of the lifeless figure, his inquiry hanging in the air.

Carina's nod was affirmative as she fixated intently on the bloodied body.

"Indeed, it appears so. The indications suggest he was slain by an unknown assailant." Carina's gaze swept to the assembled slaves, their expressions steeped in dread, their quivering forms implying that the ominous intrusion must have occurred recently, sowing panic among the captives.

Rian, perceiving the gravity of the situation, lowered himself to the ground, his observation honing in on the severed wound adorning the brawny man's neck.

"It seems the individual behind this is considerably formidable," Rian remarked nonchalantly, a faint smile gracing his lips.

Carina, intrigued by his assessment, inquired, "How formidable?"

Rian hesitated momentarily, closing his eyes in a contemplative pause.

Upon reopening them, an aura resonating with the echelons of an elemental saint emanated from his being, suffusing the room.

With a measured gaze, Rian responded, his demeanor unwavering, "It appears that three people traversed this room before us—each an entry-level elemental saint accompanied by two nine-circle elemental practitioners."

His countenance remained devoid of trepidation; rather, it conveyed an absence of fear toward the trio.

For Rian, who had regained the pinnacle of his strength, these individuals represented mere insects, vulnerable to his might.

Furthermore, his recent journey had yet to necessitate the full deployment of his newfound potency; perhaps these three would provide him the impetus to exhibit his mid-level elemental arts prowess.

In the wake of his declaration, Carina lapsed into silence, her response an unspoken nod of comprehension.

"In that case, this will prove to be a straightforward endeavor," Carina affirmed.

Their combined strength rendered any confrontation with such figures manageable and devoid of significant threat.

Subsequently, both figures rose to their feet, their attention shifting to the disquieted slaves.

Carina's inclination was to console them, but Rian's intervention drew her away.

"No need for that; their mental states are tumultuous. Sympathy holds little sway," Rian interjected nonchalantly.

His seasoned discernment dictated that such gestures would prove ineffectual, for the captives were unlikely to lend credence to their words; actions, however, spoke volumes.

Additionally, the immediate presence of adversaries warranted vigilance, engendering skepticism and apprehension.

Indeed, although dispatching the trio seemed a trifling task for his current prowess, the potential for concealed triggers or unforeseen repercussions loomed large.

Prudence, therefore, was paramount, eclipsing the impulsive execution of action.

Carina, attuned to Rian's reasoning, exhaled a subdued sigh of concurrence.

Observing the captives evoked memories of Carina's own childhood, fueling a surge of empathy that stoked her desire to liberate them.

Casting a glance at Rian, she nodded and voiced her apology: "I apologize."

Rian responded with a smile, his gaze trained ahead toward the impending confrontation with the trio they sensed.

"Let us engage them," Rian imparted, his grin directed at Carina.

In an instant, the two figures vanished from view.

Elsewhere, the sharp-featured man directed his attention to his accompanying guards, delivering praise in recognition of their service.

"Your performance has surpassed my expectations, and I assure you that upon securing my objectives, your recompense shall be substantial and generous," the man chuckled, a modest smile adorning his features.

In response, elation brightened the countenances of the two guards, their exultant voices ringing out, "Thank you, boss!"

His nod signified affirmation, yet his visage suddenly contorted in astonishment.

"Not good!" he exclaimed, his reflexes propelling him sideways.

"Boom!"