Chapter 61 Encampment

The fog wall had fallen, one of the final bastions, protecting Yggdrasil against the many beasts craving for the blood and foundation of our holy tree.

The fog walls that had held for millenia fell one by one, peering into the future I could see neither great disaster nor bountiful rewards. The future was turbulent like a great flood of destiny had been thrown into the great pond of fate.

No longer could us seers predict the future.

Though I could at least track ones so close to my domain. That however did not mean that I could interfere, no.

I could not interfere with his growth, the fog walls actively struggling against me. ME! Their creator, they were commanded by a being greater than I.

Sighing the energy leaves me, the only thing I could do was send the lowliest of foot soldiers their way, hoping against the system that they had not grown strong enough to kill it. For even if it was the lowliest of soldiers I had it was still strong, a tier 7 being that had been trained in one on one combat.

"SHIT!!"

Just as I was retracting my sight from them, the outer fog wall had decided to act. Golden chains shattered the eye that I had hidden deep above my domain.

No more could I see them, my sight sealed from ever looking into the fog again. Whatever was doing this was powerful.

The fog wall that I had created had specific countermeasures for infiltrators like this, that tried to take control of it. Even if they did, I had programmed measures that would prevent me from being harmed by it.

At least those seemed to work as I had only been sealed not killed, if whoever had controlled the fog wall wanted to they could have killed me in an instant. The fog wall was my greatest creation, something of such a magnitude that even those bastards of the high realm were scared of me because of it but now it had been hijacked.

…

"Weird"

"Yes it is"

Looking around I see nothing, everywhere I look, I find no sign of any beasts, that was weird. Before crossing over we could not go any distance without being attacked by any manner of beasts.

However now there was nothing, the forest unusually quiet. It had both Aoif and I tense. At least with the other enemies we knew they would come and what they were but now there was no sign of what was here.

No footprints littered the ground, no birds singing in the background, only the trees lie in the distance.

Only the quiet echoes of our foot falls on the ground were heard. As we went deeper and deeper into the forest the feeling of unease grew within us both.

By the time that we were halfway to the next fog wall Aoif was tightly holding on to her dagger with one hand and with the other was tightly holding my hand.

I on the other hand could only feel at peace for some reason. I felt no tension in my muscles, my very being felt as if it belonged here.

"ON THE GROUND MAGGOTS"

A deafening yell was suddenly heard, both I and Aoif stopping in our tracks as the unknown language was yelled into the air. Though the language was unknown I could understand it for some reason.

"Can you understand him too?" I quietly ask Aoif.

Instead of answering verbally Aoif responds with a nod of her head. Though when I looked to her I could see sweat running down her brows, a look, a mixture of fear and resolve etched on her face.

~calm~

~comfort~

I projected my current feelings and a feeling of comfort over my soul making sure that Aoif saw it.

I knew it worked when her grip on my hand relaxed a tad and the fear on her face dissipated into a look of only resolve.

"Ready?" I whisper.

"Yeah" Aoif whispers uncharacteristically timid.

No more words were said between us, the quiet of the forest returned to us.

…

Every so often I heard more shouting, from what I could gather it was some sort of military camp. Though, whether they were friendly or not was still up in the air, both of us were treating the situation as if they were enemies.

We both measured our steps carefully. That meant that all conversation was done with emotions that we projected through our souls.

Even then we did not converse too much to begin with so the silence was not uncomfortable.

Closer and closer we grew until we found whoever was shouting.

In a clearing alarmingly close to the fog wall was what looked like a military camp.

The camp was decorated with the bare essentials, a communal living space could be seen in the center, what I could only assume was a dining area given the ashes of fire that seemed to be used up.

Then there was the training area where the sounds that we had heard were coming from.

Dozens of Minotaurs were stationed there, each of them were in a plank position, sweat dripping down their faces as they struggled to stay up.

A menacing looking commander was watching them with cold eyes, uncaring for the suffering he had inflicted upon his subordinates.

To the side I could see dozens of swords of the same make as the one that the Minotaur that had attacked us had used.

"ENOUGH"

The commanding minotaur yelled at his subordinates. With a sigh of relief they collapsed onto the ground only for the commander to yell at them again.

"On your feet maggots. We have been given a mission"

Smiles filled with bloodlust donned the Minotaurs as the commanding Minotaur discussed their mission.

"We have some targets, two to be precise. One male, short with whitish gray hair that uses a spear, expect him to have strength comparable to yourself, the other, female, tall compared to the other with purple hair and wielding a dagger, expect swift movement from her."

*GAOOO*

A rallying war cry echoed out as the Minotaurs got into what I could only assume to be a resting position.