Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 320: Weird Informations

Chapter 320: Weird Informations

The battlefield remained on edge, every warrior locked in tense anticipation. The Celestial and Demon factions kept their weapons drawn and their eyes fixed on the swirling darkness beyond the Black Wall.

They had seen this before — monsters that looked so strange and unnatural emerging from that cursed void. Another attack could come at any moment.

But only Gabriel and Uriel knew the truth.

The ones stepping through were not enemies. They were the Archangels’ scouts.

Gabriel exhaled slowly, his fist tightening on his side. His eyes flicked toward Uriel who mirrored his expression. The expression of relief, worry, and something else, something unspoken.

They had both feared the worst, but now when seeing those faint flickering auras moving toward them, there was hope.

The others, however, saw nothing.

The artifact, the white cloak draped over each scout, masked their presence completely. Because that was the Angel’s powerful relic designed to shield its wearers from prying eyes, rendering them invisible to all but Uriel and Gabriel who were Archangels.

The Celestials, the Demons, even Belial himself — none of them had any idea the scouts were already here.

Gabriel forced himself to remain still and keep his expression neutral. Any sign of recognition or any movement that gave away their presence could draw suspicion. The factions were too on edge and if they thought something was emerging from the Wall, their first reaction would be to strike to intercept the scouts. Gabriel was sure of it.

Minutes stretched.

The storm raged on, lightning flashing in the sky, illuminating the battlefield in eerie bursts of pale white light. The heavy winds howled through the camp, rattling tents and banners.The smell of something strange plus the scorched earth lingered in the air.

The three figures moved with purpose toward the tent, toward their masters. Their wings beating against the wind. The scouts flew low, weaving between the ranks of soldiers, silent as ghosts. No one noticed as they slipped past the lines of tense warriors.

A few more moments, and then a soft thud landed near Uriel and Gabriel. The scouts landed behind the Archangels’ troops, unnoticed by anyone but the two Archangels themselves.

Uriel didn’t hesitate. She turned sharply, voice calm but firm. "Inside. Now."

Gabriel gave the faintest nod before pivoting on his heel. "Move," he ordered.

The three scouts obeyed instantly and moving in complete silence. They disappeared into Gabriel’s tent without a sound.

Only once the flap fell shut behind them did Gabriel allow himself to relax slightly. He cast one last glance toward the battlefield. The tension still hung thick in the air, the other factions still waiting for something to emerge from the Wall.

"Uriel," he murmured, low enough that only she could hear. "We need answers. Fast."

She nodded, then followed him inside.

Inside the tent, the air was thick with tension already. The flickering lanterns cast shifting shadows over the gathered figures, making the worn expressions on the scouts’ faces look even more grim. Wind pattered against the canvas, muffling the distant roars of the storm outside.

Uriel and Gabriel stood before them, their gazes sharp and expectant. Theres no time to rest for the three scouts.

The three scouts — Kassiel, Aeralyn, and Elsa — exchanged uneasy glances, hesitation clear in their postures and faces.

Gabriel’s patience wore thin.

"Tell us what you saw," he ordered, his voice steady but firm.

Kassiel shifted uncomfortably. His six wings, now streaked with black dirt, trembled slightly as he lowered his gaze.

"I’m afraid..." he started, his voice heavy, "I can’t bring anything too significant, your majesty."

Uriel’s expression darkened, and Gabriel frowned, his jaw tightening.

"Don’t worry about that," Gabriel said. "Say anything. Anything you saw in there."

Kassiel exhaled sharply, his fingers flexing at his sides. He cast another glance toward Aeralyn and Elsa before speaking.

"There were ruins," he finally said. "A massive structure... or what was left of one."

Aeralyn, the dark elf, nodded. "We saw pillars, your majesty. Those pillars were taller and bigger than any structure I’ve seen even in Eden, but most of them were broken, some lying scattered across the ground. The land there itself was like blackened ash, like something had burned it away long ago."

Elsa, the human scout, swallowed before adding, "What remained of the walls were covered in runes. We’ve never seen anything like them. They looked old and ancient and none of us could read them."

Uriel and Gabriel exchanged a look.

Ruins. Runes. Blackened earth.

It was not what they had expected. And yet, something about it made Gabriel’s stomach twist uneasily.

"Describe the runes," Uriel said, her voice steady despite the storm raging in her mind.

Kassiel hesitated before answering. "They weren’t like Archangels, Celestial or Demonic script. Not even like the lost languages recorded in Eden. They keep shifted in our mind everytime we try to read them."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes. "Shifted?"

Aeralyn gave a small nod. "Yes. They weren’t static. It was like they were alive, shifting slightly every time we tried to focus on them."

Elsa clenched her fists. "And when we got too close, we felt something. Something unnatural. The closer we got, the more it felt like..." She paused, searching for the right word. "Like something was watching us."

A silence fell over the tent.

Uriel inhaled sharply. "Did you see anything else? Or anyone else? Is there any living or moving things there?"

Kassiel shook his head. "No one. It was completely empty. No creatures, no life, nothing. Just the ruins and the runes."

Gabriel glanced at Uriel again, but she had already turned away, deep in thought.

Ruins hidden inside the Black Wall. Runes that shifted. A feeling of being watched. This wasn’t just an abandoned dimension. This must be something else. Something dangerous and unknown.

Gabriel sighed. "This isn’t good," he muttered.

Uriel crossed her arms, her wings twitching. "No, it’s not."

She turned back to the scouts. "Did you take anything? Any records? Anything at all?"

Kassiel hesitated. Then, slowly, he reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a small, broken fragment of stone. It was jagged, the edges worn with time, but the surface still glowed faintly with shifting unreadable runes.

"We managed to chip this off one of the pillars," he said. "But I don’t know if it was wise to bring it back."

Gabriel stared at the fragment, unease creeping into his chest.

Because even now, as it rested in Kassiel’s hand...

The runes were still shifting just like they said.

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