CHAPTER 328: TRIAVERT-PART 2

As they embarked on their journey towards Triavert, Isiah couldn’t help but feel the weight of their situation pressing down upon him.

The need for discretion had forced him to rely on Jafar, the mystical creature that allowed them to traverse long distances quickly.

It was a practical choice, given the urgency of their mission and the need to avoid government surveillance.

However, what surprised Isiah was the eerie absence of other aerial travelers in the sky.

In a world so technologically advanced, he had expected to encounter flying vehicles, both conventional and magical.

It was almost as if the entire atmosphere had been cleared for them, an unsettling thought that only deepened the mystery surrounding Triavert.

Isiah’s sharp eyes scanned the horizon, trying to discern any signs of surveillance or hidden observers.

He knew they couldn’t afford any slip-ups, especially when the government’s watchful eye seemed omnipresent.

The journey continued, shrouded in uncertainty, and they drew closer to their enigmatic destination.

As Isiah and his group soared through the sky on Jafar’s back, he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that they were being watched.

The advanced surveillance technology in this world was a formidable adversary, and he knew they needed to stay one step ahead to protect themselves.

With quick thinking and a sense of urgency, Isiah decided to cast a concealment spell mid-air.

It was a risky move, but he couldn’t afford to be spotted by the all-seeing cameras that dotted the skies.

The spell enveloped Jafar and the entire group, rendering them nearly invisible to the prying eyes of surveillance.

The name of the spell he cast was "Abyssus ,"

This intricate spell was designed to cloak them from the surveillance systems by manipulating the perception of those who might be observing them.

The mechanics of the spell involved weaving a complex web of illusionary magic around Jafar and the entire group.

It distorted the wavelengths of light and sound, making them nearly invisible to surveillance cameras and sensors.

The spell didn’t truly erase their presence; instead, it created an illusion that blended them seamlessly with the background.

To accomplish this, Isiah utilized a combination of shadow manipulation and sound dampening.

The shadows that should have revealed their presence were twisted and distorted, making them appear as indistinct shapes in the sky.

Meanwhile, the spell suppressed any noise generated by their movements, making them virtually silent.

This elaborate illusion extended not only to their visual and auditory presence but also to their thermal signature.

They appeared as mere blurs, with no discernible heat emissions.

To maintain the illusion’s effectiveness, Isiah had to constantly adjust and fine-tune the spell as they traveled through the surveillance-infested skies.

By employing "Abyssus ," Isiah and his group successfully evaded detection by the omnipresent surveillance network, allowing them to continue their journey to the enigmatic Triavert in relative secrecy.

Jafar and Eijar, being magical creatures with a keen sense of the arcane, were well aware that Isiah had cast the intricate "Abyssus " spell.

They could feel the subtle shifts in magic and energy as the spell took effect.

Isiah had developed a close bond with both of them, and they could often communicate non-verbally through shared magical senses.

As Isiah channeled his magic to manipulate the shadows and sound around them, Jafar and Eijar sensed the changes in the magical fabric of their surroundings.

They understood the necessity of the spell to protect them from the prying eyes of surveillance systems.

Jafar, with his mystical insight, occasionally relayed to Isiah any fluctuations or unusual magical signatures he detected in their vicinity, providing an extra layer of security during their journey.

Eijar, being a loyal protector, kept a vigilant watch over their group, ensuring that the spell remained effective and undetected. Her presence also served as a source of comfort to Lexie and Ciel, who had learned to trust her protective instincts.

Together, as a tightly-knit group, they ventured onward toward the mysterious Triavert, relying on their combined magical awareness and Isiah’s spells to navigate the ever-watchful skies of Afan.

Ciel’s need for frequent restroom breaks became a bit of a logistical challenge.

Isiah, Lexie, Eijar, and Jafar adapted to this new routine, understanding that Ciel’s comfort and well-being were a top priority.

Isiah would guide Jafar to a safe, secluded spot whenever Ciel needed to relieve himself.

Eijar, with her heightened senses, helped scout out suitable locations, ensuring privacy and safety.

Lexie supported Ciel and made sure he had everything he needed during these stops.

Despite the occasional inconvenience, the group maintained their determination to reach Triavert.

Each stop, while necessary, also provided a moment of respite from their continuous journey through the skies of Afan.

It was a reminder that they were a team, looking out for one another, and that their ultimate goal was worth the effort.

As they finally reached Triavert, Isiah realized that the darkness he had seen in the photos was not just a trick of the images; the place was indeed shrouded in darkness in reality.

It was a foreboding and mysterious atmosphere that surrounded them as they descended to the entrance of Triavert.

The city of Triavert stands as a testament to the passage of time.

Its architecture, once grand and imposing, now bears the scars of centuries of neglect.

Buildings, once bustling with life, now stand as silent sentinels, their windows shattered and doors ajar.

Nature has taken its course, with ivy and moss creeping up the sides of structures, and trees sprouting from forgotten courtyards.

The streets are overgrown with weeds, and the once-paved pathways are now cracked and uneven.

It’s a place where the echoes of the past linger in the air, where the memories of a thriving civilization have faded into obscurity.

Isiah and his group can’t help but feel a sense of solemnity as they tread upon these abandoned streets, wondering what events led to the abandonment of this city.

Despite the desolation, there’s an undeniable aura of mystery that hangs over Triavert’s surface.

It’s as though time itself has frozen this place in a state of melancholic beauty, waiting for those brave enough to explore its depths and unlock the secrets it holds.

Upon seeing the city on the surface, Isiah initially remarked, "Triavert is supposed to be underground, but there’s a city here above ground. Something doesn’t add up."

Eijar, with her newfound size, chimed in, "Isiah, it’s strange that they’ve built a city on top of Triavert. It’s either a cover for something, or they’re unaware of what’s beneath them."

Her snake-like eyes narrowed in thought as she considered the possibilities.

Lexie, still cautious but contributing, added, "Maybe there are two cities coexisting here – one on the surface and the other beneath it. They might serve different purposes or have different inhabitants."

She looked at Isiah, hoping to get some insight into the peculiar situation they had stumbled upon.

Isiah frowned as he observed the surroundings. "I don’t even sense any energy here," he remarked with a hint of concern.

This place seemed eerily devoid of the usual magical or energetic presence he had come to expect in most regions.

Isiah cautioned his group, "Don’t move. Stay right here," as he cautiously walked through the unfamiliar streets of this enigmatic place, trying to gather any clues about Triavert.

Isiah’s confident stride was suddenly interrupted as he collided with an invisible barrier, a mysterious force that halted his advance with surprising force.

He stood there, perplexed, his hand outstretched as he tried to grasp the nature of this unseen obstruction, his mind racing with questions about what lay beyond.

"Show yourself, " Isiah shouted .

Isiah’s voice echoed through the stillness of the underground city as he demanded the unseen presence to reveal itself.

He clenched his fists, ready for whatever confrontation might arise, determined to uncover the secrets hidden in this enigmatic place.

Isiah stood there in the heart of the invisible barrier, his mind racing as he contemplated the situation.

His surroundings were eerily silent.

With deliberate movements, he began to trace his hands along the unseen wall, searching for any irregularities or weak points.

He was a dark mage, and his keen senses allowed him to detect even the faintest disturbances in the mystical energies that surrounded him.

As he explored the invisible barrier, Isiah couldn’t help but wonder who or what was responsible for this strange phenomenon.

Was it a guardian of Triavert, meant to keep intruders at bay?

Or was it a result of some long-forgotten enchantment that had been cast upon the city?

Minutes turned into hours as Isiah continued his meticulous examination.

He pretended to try various spells and incantations, to disrupt the barrier’s hold on him.

He even pretended to attempt to communicate with it, and magical dialects to seek a response.

The invisible barrier remained steadfast, offering no clues or answers. And the person behind it remained unknown.

Isiah’s frustration grew, but he refused to give in to despair.

He was determined to uncover the truth hidden within the depths of Triavert.

And that’s why he just sat there waiting for the other part to show up.