I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 215: Approaching Storm

The ruins of an ancient battlefield stretched endlessly before him, a graveyard of forgotten wars.

Crumbling stone pillars jutted out from the scorched earth, silent witnesses to battles long past.

The air was thick with dust, disturbed only by the faintest breeze that whispered through the cracks in the land.

And in the center of it all stood Charon.

His staff rested lazily against his shoulder, its once-ornate carvings worn down by time and use.

His green eyes, sharp yet unreadable, surveyed the desolate landscape with neither admiration nor disdain. It had been three months.

Three months since he felt the shift.

At first, it was subtle—a faint tremor in the balance of the world, something only those who had lived long enough could recognize. But as time passed, the tremor grew into a storm.

Someone was changing the flow of Trion itself.

And now, there was no doubt as to who.

Arlon.

Charon let out a small breath, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.

"You've been busy, haven't you?"

The last time they crossed paths, Arlon had still been figuring things out, a powerful anomaly but not yet a force to be reckoned with. Now, things were different.

The saviors—those so-called champions of Trion—had begun to rise, but none at a rate anywhere close to Arlon.

Even those who had once been seen as monsters in their own right had stagnated, trapped by the very system they sought to master.

But Arlon ignored the rules.

No, that wasn't quite right.

He wasn't ignoring them—he was rewriting them.

Charon had seen the signs.

The strange movements among the councils, the whispers in the underground, the sheer panic rippling through factions who once believed themselves untouchable.

Something had happened in these three months.

And whatever it was, it had pushed Arlon beyond even the impossible.

Charon closed his eyes for a moment, listening.

The land spoke to him in ways it wouldn't to others. He could hear the echoes of battles fought, the remnants of power left behind.

And beneath it all, something else.

Faint. Almost imperceptible. But it was there.

A presence. A power that should not exist.

His eyes snapped open.

"Ah… so that's what she's been doing."

A chuckle escaped him, low and amused.

It wasn't just Arlon.

She was still moving in the shadows.

Agema.

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Elsewhere…

In a vast, cold chamber, a lone figure stood before an altar, their expression unreadable.

Torches flickered against the walls, casting eerie shadows that stretched unnaturally long.

The figure reached out, pressing a hand against the ancient stone, feeling the pulse of something long asleep.

And then, a voice.

Soft, but filled with power.

"The door has opened."

The figure exhaled.

"Then it begins."

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The chamber was dimly lit, with only a few enchanted torches flickering along the grand stone walls.

Heavy curtains concealed the windows, casting the room in an unnatural stillness.

In the center of the space sat Birna, the Head of the Magus Council, her sharp gaze unreadable as she leaned back in her chair.

To her right stood Ejen, his arms crossed as he listened intently, his expression betraying both concern and frustration.

And before them, cloaked in shadows, stood a third figure.

Dressed in a sleek, dark suit that hugged his frame like a second skin, the assassin-like man exuded an aura of silence and control.

Even his breathing was inaudible, his presence nearly imperceptible despite standing in plain sight.

His face remained obscured beneath the hood of his attire, revealing only the faint glimmer of sharp, calculating eyes.

Three months.

That was how long he had spent embedded in the shadows, following leads, avoiding counter-surveillance, and digging deeper into the truth of Asmond and the Anti-Saviors' headquarters.

And now, he had returned with his findings.

The assassin-like man spoke, his voice smooth and cold.

"The Anti-Saviors' HQ is not what it seems."

Birna's expression remained neutral, though her fingers tapped idly against the armrest of her chair. "Go on."

"They are not inherently bad," he continued, "and the majority of their members truly believe in their cause.

They see the Saviors as an unchecked force, one that could disrupt the balance of Trion. They act not out of malice, but out of caution."

Ejen scoffed slightly. "We already knew that much. Their ideology is no secret. What we need to know is what they're hiding."

A pause.

Then, the assassin-like man nodded.

"There are shady dealings happening at their headquarters, though they remain carefully hidden from the public eye.

Certain individuals—key members within the organization—are involved in activities that do not align with their supposed mission."

Birna's eyes narrowed. "Details."

The man pulled a small, black-inked parchment from within his coat and placed it onto the table. With a flick of his fingers, a burst of mana activated the concealed text upon it.

What appeared was a list of names—individuals associated with the Anti-Saviors' HQ.

But next to some of those names were annotations, markings that suggested something beyond simple membership.

"Funding sources traced to questionable origins. Hidden meetings with outside groups. Orders being given that contradict the Anti-Saviors' known stance."

Ejen took a step forward, scanning the information. "And Asmond?"

The assassin hesitated.

"Asmond is involved."

Birna's gaze sharpened. "How deep?"

"Deep enough that he hides his identity within the Anti-Saviors' HQ, going by an alias and wearing a mask to avoid direct recognition.

That alone would not be cause for alarm, as secrecy is common among them… but the problem is his actions."

The man reached into his coat again and retrieved a small vial of dark liquid.

"During one of my infiltrations, I witnessed a private exchange. Asmond met with a select group of individuals—men who do not officially exist within the Anti-Saviors' structure.

They conducted transactions, exchanging sealed containers similar to this one. The contents? Unknown.

The security around them was tight, and even I could not risk getting close enough to confirm."

Ejen scowled. "So he's involved in something, but we don't know what."

The assassin nodded. "Correct. But it is clear that Asmond is not merely acting as a concerned councilor.

He is moving pieces behind the scenes, beyond what even the Anti-Saviors are aware of."

Birna remained silent, deep in thought.

But then, the assassin spoke again, this time with an edge to his voice.

"There was also… someone else."

Ejen and Birna both looked at him.

"Someone else?" Ejen repeated, frowning.

The man nodded. "I was being followed."

Birna sat up slightly. "You were followed? That's… unexpected. If they knew you were there, why didn't they try to stop you?"

"They didn't know who I was," the assassin clarified. "But they were skilled—far too skilled to be a mere guard or underling. The way he moved, the way he tried to track me… it was different."

Birna exhaled slowly. "Describe him."

The assassin thought for a moment before speaking.

"I can't describe his looks, but his movements were deliberate. He didn't make the mistakes of an amateur, nor the arrogance of someone who relied purely on status or power.

He was patient. He was… methodical. He wasn't trying to stop me—he was trying to observe me. To learn how I moved, how I escaped, how I gathered information."

Ejen's frown deepened. "And you lost him?"

A small smirk played at the assassin's lips. "Of course. No one follows me for long."

"But..." Birna prompted.

The assassin's expression turned serious again. "But he was too good to be a subordinate of Asmond."