Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 834 - 836

Chapter 834: Chapter 836

"You’ve been seeking answers," she stated, her voice smooth and measured.

Jude nodded, standing to face her fully. "And finding more questions," he replied. "The fragment, the Root... What is my part in all this?"

Aerin regarded him for a moment before speaking. "Your connection to the fragment was no accident. The seals were designed to resonate with certain individuals, those attuned to the frequencies of the ancient energies. You are one such individual."

He frowned, the weight of her words settling heavily upon him. "So, I’m a pawn in some cosmic game?"

"Not a pawn," she corrected. "A guardian. Whether you accept it or not, you have a role to play in preventing the Root’s resurgence."

Jude ran a hand through his damp hair, frustration evident. "And if I refuse?"

Aerin’s gaze hardened. "Then the world as you know it will cease to exist. The Root’s return would unravel the very fabric of reality."

Silence stretched between them, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Finally, Jude exhaled a resigned sigh. "What must I do?"

Aerin’s demeanor softened slightly. "We must locate the remaining fragments before they fall into the wrong hands. There are forces, cultists, remnants of the old orders, who seek to use them to hasten the Root’s awakening."

Jude nodded slowly, determination replacing doubt. "Then we find them first."

Aerin extended a hand, a symbol of their newfound alliance. "Together."

He clasped her hand firmly, sealing their pact. "Together."

Their journey began that very night. Aerin led Jude through hidden pathways and forgotten tunnels beneath the city, places where the old magic still lingered, humming softly in the darkness. She explained that the fragments were drawn to places of power, nexuses where the veil between worlds was thinnest. These locations were often marked by anomalies, distortions in time and space, places where reality felt... off.

Their first destination was an abandoned observatory on the outskirts of the city. Once a place of scientific pursuit, it had been left to decay after the collapse. The dome was cracked, the telescope within shattered and rusting. Yet, as they approached, Jude felt an inexplicable pull, a resonance that thrummed in his very bones.

Inside, the air was thick with dust and the scent of mildew. Papers and star charts lay scattered across the floor, remnants of a bygone era. At the center of the room stood a pedestal, upon which rested a fragment, similar in appearance to the one Aerin had reclaimed, yet subtly different. This one pulsed with a faint blue light, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Aerin approached it cautiously, murmuring incantations under her breath. The fragment responded, its glow intensifying. Jude watched as she extended her hands over it, weaving intricate patterns in the air. The light coalesced, forming symbols that hovered briefly before dissipating.

"It’s protected," she said, turning to Jude. "But the wards are weakening. We need to act quickly."

Jude stepped forward, feeling the fragment’s energy wash over him. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, a power that promised unimaginable potential and devastating consequences. Together, they began the ritual to contain and secure the fragment, Aerin guiding Jude through the complex process.

As they worked, a sudden chill filled the air. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to deepen, coalescing into forms that slithered and writhed. From the darkness emerged creatures, twisted, nightmarish beings with elongated limbs and hollow eyes. Echoes.

Jude’s heart pounded as he drew his knife, the blade feeling woefully inadequate against such entities. Aerin remained focused on the fragment, chanting louder as the creatures closed in.

"Protect the circle!" she commanded, her voice unwavering.

Jude positioned himself between Aerin and the advancing Echoes, determination steeling his nerves. The first creature lunged, and he sidestepped, slashing across its torso. The blade met resistance, as though cutting through dense fog, but the creature recoiled with a guttural hiss.

Another attacked from the side, and Jude barely managed to evade its grasping claws. He retaliated with a swift stab, the knife piercing the creature’s form and causing it to dissolve into shadow. Yet, for each one he dispatched, two more seemed to take its place.

"We’re outnumbered!" he shouted, desperation creeping into his voice.

Aerin’s chanting reached a crescendo, and the fragment emitted a blinding light. The Echoes shrieked, their forms disintegrating in the brilliance. As the light subsided, the room was silent once more, the oppressive darkness lifted.

Aerin collapsed to her knees, exhaustion evident. Jude rushed to her side, concern etched on his face.

"Are you alright?" he asked, helping her to her feet.

She nodded weakly. "The fragment is secure, for now. But the Echoes’ presence means others are aware of our actions. We must move quickly."

Jude retrieved the fragment, now encased in a protective sphere of light. Together, they left the observatory, the weight of their mission heavier than ever.

Over the following weeks, Jude and Aerin traversed the remnants of civilization, seeking

The moonlight poured gently through the cracks in the ruined cathedral, illuminating the shattered stained glass scattered across the stone floor. Jude stood alone at the center, his eyes fixed on the altar, which had long been abandoned and overtaken by vines. A flickering candle beside it, half-melted and trembling in the breeze, was the only source of warmth in the otherwise cold silence. The city outside was restless, rumors of the High Table’s movement had reached even the most secluded corners of Libertia, and the fear it brought was contagious. Jude had heard the whispers: another Guardian slain, another territory lost. But unlike the others, he wasn’t afraid. He was tired. Tired of being hunted, of watching others fall, of holding his breath every time a shadow passed too closely behind him. He had once been a soldier, then a protector, and now, now he didn’t know what he was anymore. Only that something was coming, and it wouldn’t stop until everything burned.

Footsteps echoed from the northern corridor. Jude didn’t turn. He already knew who it was.