MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 113: THE SAND ANSWERS
Chapter 113 — THE SAND ANSWERS
The pulse beneath the city did not fade.
It waited.
Morning came to Ruinsand in layers.
The outer desert was already blazing when Bronze Squad assembled in the lower operations hall. Sandstorms brewed in the distance beyond the wall, visible only through long-range scrying panels mounted near the entrance. Hunters moved with disciplined speed—gearing up, checking weapon sync, loading supplies into transport carriers.
Long Hao stood slightly behind Zehell as she reviewed the patrol grid projected in midair.
"Sector Three," she said calmly. "Outer quadrant, northeast line."
Colby folded his arms. "Routine sweep?"
"Routine," she confirmed.
Marek smirked. "Which means not routine."
Darius adjusted his spear strap. "Pressure’s been unstable lately."
Ryn flicked a small metallic disc between his fingers. "Ground sensors caught something strange at 0300 hours."
Zehell glanced at him.
"Why wasn’t that escalated?"
"It didn’t trip red thresholds," Ryn replied. "Just... vibration anomalies."
Long Hao’s gaze sharpened slightly.
Vibration anomalies.
The same word Longyu had used.
Anchor frequency.
Zehell closed the projection.
"We move."
—
The transport vehicle rolled through the side gate and into the desert.
The shift from cool interior to scorching wind was immediate.
Heat shimmered across the dunes.
The sky was empty—too empty.
Long Hao sat in the rear bench this time, scanning the horizon.
The system flickered faintly in his peripheral vision.
[ANCHOR FREQUENCY: 28%]
It had increased.
Slightly.
But measurably.
Longyu’s voice was calm but tight.
"It is active."
"I feel it," he replied inwardly.
The jeep slowed as they reached the patrol line marker—a series of stone obelisks half-buried in sand to designate territory boundaries.
Zehell stepped down first.
The others followed.
Long Hao felt it the moment his boots touched the sand.
Not tremor.
Not vibration.
A resonance.
Like something below was listening.
Darius scanned the area with a portable detection array.
"No heat signatures."
Marek climbed a small dune and raised his bow to survey distance.
"Clear horizon."
Ryn knelt and pressed his palm to the sand.
"...It’s softer here."
Colby walked toward Long Hao.
"You okay?"
Long Hao nodded.
"Fine."
Zehell stood at the center of their formation.
"Spread out five meters. Standard sweep."
They moved.
The wind rose slightly.
Then—
The ground shifted.
Not violently.
But enough.
A ripple passed beneath the sand like something large turning over in sleep.
Ryn stood up sharply.
"That’s not wind."
Zehell’s eyes sharpened.
"Formation."
The squad tightened instinctively.
The sand began to collapse inward.
Not exploding upward like a sandwyrm breach.
But sinking.
A circular depression began forming ten meters ahead of them.
Colby stepped forward.
"Burrower?"
"No," Ryn said quickly. "Pattern’s wrong."
The depression deepened.
Sand sliding downward.
And beneath it—
Stone.
Ancient stone.
Carved.
Blackened.
Long Hao’s pulse steadied.
The Anchor.
The sand fell away fully now, revealing a circular slab half-buried beneath layers of desert.
Symbols etched across its surface.
Not Ruinsand script.
Not guild markers.
Older.
Zehell stepped forward cautiously.
"This wasn’t here last patrol."
The slab trembled.
A low hum vibrated through the ground.
Long Hao felt it in his chest.
The system interface flashed.
[ANCHOR RESPONSE DETECTED]
Longyu’s voice was sharper now.
"It is reacting to proximity."
Zehell’s gaze flicked briefly toward Long Hao.
Just a flicker.
She felt it too.
"Back," she ordered.
The slab cracked.
A fissure ran down its center.
From within—
A burst of compressed sand erupted upward.
Marek fired an arrow instinctively.
It shattered against a rising shape.
Something forced its way through the stone seal.
Not flesh.
Not fully.
Stone and sand fused into a humanoid mass.
A guardian construct.
Its body was jagged, composed of desert sediment hardened into armor. Lines glowed faintly along its surface.
The same pattern Long Hao had seen beneath the city.
Colby stepped forward immediately.
"Contact!"
Darius thrust his spear into the construct’s shoulder joint.
The tip sparked against stone.
The construct moved faster than its bulk suggested.
It swung one massive arm.
Colby blocked—but was driven backward across the sand.
Marek shifted position and fired three rapid shots into its core.
Two deflected.
One embedded shallowly.
Zehell stepped in.
Her spear ignited with silver lines.
She drove forward cleanly, targeting a seam in the construct’s chest.
The strike landed.
A crack formed.
But the guardian did not fall.
Instead—
The ground around it fractured again.
More slabs surfacing.
Ryn’s voice cut through the chaos.
"Multiple signatures!"
The desert was not birthing a monster.
It was opening.
Long Hao stepped forward now.
He didn’t draw attention.
He didn’t unleash visible force.
He observed.
The constructs were not attacking randomly.
They were guarding.
The system flickered again.
[ANCHOR SYNCHRONIZATION: 30%]
Longyu’s tone tightened.
"It is accelerating."
Zehell drove her spear into another seam.
"Focus core joints!" she shouted.
Darius repositioned.
Colby circled left.
Marek switched to heavier piercing tips.
Long Hao moved.
Not toward the front.
Toward the first slab.
He placed his hand lightly against its cracked surface.
The vibration surged.
The construct froze for half a second.
Zehell noticed.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Long Hao—move!"
He withdrew his hand immediately.
The construct roared—if grinding stone could roar—and swung wildly.
Darius blocked the blow.
Colby slammed into its flank.
Zehell drove her spear straight through the crack she had opened earlier.
This time—
The core shattered.
The guardian collapsed into loose sand.
The remaining slabs sank slowly back beneath the desert surface.
The vibration faded.
Silence returned.
Only wind.
Marek lowered his bow slowly.
"What the hell was that?"
Ryn stared at the partially exposed stone circle.
"That wasn’t a beast."
Zehell’s breathing was steady.
Controlled.
But her eyes were sharp.
She looked at Long Hao.
"You touched it."
It wasn’t an accusation.
It was fact.
Long Hao met her gaze.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I wanted to confirm something."
Colby stepped closer.
"Confirm what?"
Long Hao glanced at the partially re-buried slab.
"That it wasn’t reacting to us."
Zehell’s gaze didn’t waver.
"And?"
"It wasn’t."
The wind howled again.
Longyu’s voice was quiet now.
"It knows."
Long Hao exhaled slowly.
Zehell stepped closer to him.
"Then what was it reacting to?"
Long Hao held her eyes calmly.
"Me."
Silence fell between them.
Not loud.
Not explosive.
Heavy.
Behind them, the desert looked unchanged.
But beneath—
Something had answered.
And now—
It knew he was here.
[Chapter ENDS]
