Free Web NovelChapter 88: 88-The oak tree
Nytherael and the gang arrived at the courtyard. The eeerie looking courtyard was empty, and the shabby house barely standing in the middle of the compound was even note spooky.
The two hundred and one lit candles lit on the ground was the only sign that a beast had been there. But their spirit sense couldn’t pick up on the identity of the beasts that were there.
"It’s the oak tree," Aeltharion pointed to the tree he had spotted in his sea of concious when he was searching for Sseraphis.
His eyes met the fairy’s sharp gaze, and she nodded. She recognized the tree as she had used it to mark the burial ground for Hadrian’s body. One look, and she could tell that her seal was still intact, which meant that Hadrian hadn’t managed to convince Sseraphis to help him break the seal.
With how easy they entered the courtyard and reached the oak tree without a hitch, she feared things weren’t looking up for the abomination.
Without Sseraphis whom she assumed was the host for Hadrian’s lingering spirit form, Hadrian couldn’t break the seal and release his body and since neither party was present, she figured Hadrian met resistance from the snake.
"But fairy, Sseraphis isn’t here," Aeltharion stater, though his heart told him that they had missed the snake by a hair.
"How do we find out where the two of them went?" Nytherael asked.
Fairy Zarathia touched the oak tree with her hand. The spiritual essence flowing through the ordinary looking oak tree that had survived for over a thousand years was rich and sustaining the seal on Hadrian’s body.
"First, we need to safeguard the oak tree. Hadrian will come back for it," she said.
Nytherael examined the oak tree. His true eyes saw past the ordinary exterior to the extensive spiritual flow of energy that could supply an entire city of beasts, especially with the crisis and limited number of resources around.
He didn’t miss the complicated seal around the tree. He understood immediately that something important to Hadrian was Seale away under the oak tree and the spiritual energy night be coming out of the object.
"How powerful must it be to produce this much essence?" He wondered.
"I think that I can teleport the tree and the ground beneath it to my space and safeguard it," Aeltharion offered.
’You are dying, young dragon. If I don’t manage to save you, it’s only a matter of time before you join your ancestors and the tree falls into the wrong hands,’ he heard fairy Zarathia’s refusal without her opening her mouth.
"I misspoke fairy," he bowed apologetically.
"Forget it, it’s not like I’ll let you meet your ancestors soon," Zarathia waved off his guilt.
Her refusal wasn’t just because Aeltharion was one shoe into the grave, but because whoever carries the tree would be targeted by Hadrian personally.
She was an ancient. She had lived her story to the fullest, and the only unfulfilled wish of hers was eliminating the beast her generation created. If anyone should clean up the mess and shoulder the responsibility, she understood that she was the better candidate.
"Give me your space. I’ll take the burden," she reached out her hand behind her. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
Three space pouches landed on her palm. All of good quality and capable of completing the task.
Fairy Zarathia looked, her eyes landed on the three beasts, Nytherael, Aeltharion, and Aenyra. Since she spoke casually and didn’t specify whose space she wanted, they assumed she was talking to them individually and all reached forward with their pouches.
She sighed. "I just wanted one," she whispered.
"Oh, in that case. I will withdraw..." Before Aenyra could finish speaking, Zarathis pulled her hand away with the three pouches. "The quality is not bad, but I can make it better," she examined them.
"I’ll you an effective formation. We will all work together to put the tree in the space," Aeltharion said. He gathered everyone together.
He positioned Nytherael next to him. Since Princess Samahita and Theren both specialised in cold techniques, they were stationed together. freēwēbnovel.com
Aenyra and Sheana complimented each other well in fire formations, so he designed their task around their strengths. Lastly, Rhysandor, Nerezza, and Zeyron were the last stand of the formation. They were to reinforce it in case any side falls weak.
"Does everyone understand their tasks?" He asked.
"Yes!"
"Let’s get to it!" He cheered them on. They all took their places around the oak tree and started the formation.
Just then, Fairy Zarathia finished examining the spaces and nodded in approval. Though the geniuses of the present time weren’t as smart as her generation, at least they made an effort. She praised that about them.
Her mind designed ways to improve the pouches for them in the future. She enhanced one and covered it with the same seal on the oak tree. "Okay, let’s not waste any time and get moving," she waved her fingers, blue light shot out from her fingers, circled the oak tree.
As though recognising her, the oak tree put up ni resistance and quickly disappeared along with the ground beneath it and the casket and teleported into the pounch.
Fairy Zarathia reinforced the pounch with a couple more sealing arrays before looking up. She caught nine pair of different coloured beast eyes staring at her with shock written all over them.
"What?" She asked.
Nytherael scoffed. They had prepped and launched the formation in the hopes of proving themselves to her, and she wasted their efforts with a wave of her fingers, once again proving that she was more powerful than them.
Judging by the wave of spiritual energy they felt in the air, they knew that they overestimated themselves by jumping up to task.
The realization dawned on them that they would’ve suffered massive backlash if they attempted the formation. The spiritual essence had been gathering for a thousand years, and while the oak tree was harmless, the ground beneath it was full of resentment.
The resentment settled into the spiritual energy underground, and it would’ve harmed them and their cultivation if they messed with it.
Just a wave of it when it disappeared was enough to make them break into cold sweats. "You did good," Nytherael clapped.
"Yes, very good," Aeltharion added. With his ailment, he couldn’t have carried the strength of the formation to deal with the resentment. He was relieved the fairy worked ahead of them and prevented the disaster that would’ve followed.
"You weren’t thinking of doing it yourself, were you?" Shr asked, finally taking note of their arrangement around the big hole on the ground where the oak tree used to stand. "Nmph, you all sure know how to court death," she shook her head in displeasure.
The oak tree was thousands of years old whike they hadn’t even tapped into a century since their birth while Hadrian’s body under the oak tree had collected a thousand years old resentment, that alone wouldve left them crippled.
The only reason she did it with ease is because it was her seal, her spiritual essence lingering on the oak tree, and her formation that held it together for a thousand years.
"Bravery is commendable but stupidity..." she shook her head even more. Her blue hair bounced back and fourth. "While with me, refrain from such displays of lack of brain cells," she added.
