The Last Primal

In the other part of Ugburg's outer skirts, deep inside the Temple Guard's local base, there was a strange, and increasingly worrisome silence looming over the large courtyard. From amidst the darkness, two tendrils of the ever-present shadows stretched out and tethered from corner to corner, obstacle to obstacle.

If one had his or her senses honed beyond their mortal limits or perhaps would be gifted with an innate ability related to [True Sight] he or she would have been able to make out two vastly differing feminine shapes rushing silently ahead.

After taking their time to recoup their lost energy and had given a small update to their Young Master using their shared mental channel, Madam Dara and Lady Pyre were now once again closing in on the central building.

Whilst they seemed to be covering the ground with an impossible speed and momentum, in fact, they were still rather careful, choosing a rather roundabout way so as to avoid most of the patrols and potential prying eyes.

Though they could deal with them as long as their numbers were controlled, the sound would risk blowing their cover they had so preciously fought to protect so far, taking away their key element of surprise from before reaching their target, as well as making the newly updated task of taking him out with them towards the new base just that much harder.

Not to mention, their time, as well as their energy, were limited, and wasting both precious resources on pointless, avoidable scuffle would be the best course of action.

Still, it didn't mean that their weapons have not tasted the oh so sweet, heavenly nectar, their enemies' blood. No, far from it. They have already bathed their blades in the guards' back in the outer courtyard and as the situation was turning out they would soon have their chances to go drunk with the sweet allure once again…

"[Reptilian] Well… This is a problem, sister." Madam Dara smirked, peaking through a bush they both were laying inside using as a temporary cover. Her usually cheerful, nonchalant, and carefree expression was showing a rare sight: A deeper looking, troubled frown.

For just in front of them, just outside the last hurdle a party of four stood around and guarded the seemingly only entrance inside the premises of the small hut-like building where the leading officer, Magen-quhui was supposedly taking his not so well-deserved nap of the late afternoon.

Obviously they have already made sure to check each nook and cranny of the structure before deciding to lay low in such an uncomfortable thorny shelter. Sadly, apart from blowing a hole directly through one of the weaker sections of the walls, there was no other option both of them could see.

For Lady Pyre, she wasn't really that talented and apt with sneaking around silently. Her skillset, her affinity with the flames made her much better at taking the direct path and hitting their opponent with the full fury of the infernal heat.

On the other hand, even Madam Dara was helpless, even with her deep experience and newly built skillset, she couldn't possibly phase through solid material. She would need a clear path forward to slip past by.

However, not to mention that the only path was closed, it was also guarded with not just two, but four of the very elite the local Temple Guard forces could muster.

Unlike the rest of the soldiers, -archers and warriors-, they have slipped past by, these men were clearly of a vastly different cut. Just like back when they were attacked by their large force, they each held an aura honed by probably not just years but maybe even decades of built experience. They each looked firm, their eyes swept across their surroundings at a regular pace, keeping watch of even the slightest of disturbances.

Their vigil was at their highest, despite being deep within their own territory neither of them seemed to be at ease, making both women frown with the newly risen trouble. Their attire, their armor was also made of much higher quality metal, shining even in the obscure, dim lighting.

Each one of them held a specialized type of spear, a dragon-head-shaped halberd with a much more resilient, but at the same time, heavier, metallic shaft attached to its darker metallic head.

The visors of their helmets were shut close, allowing only the ominously glowering yellowish pair of dots to scan the area.

"[Reptilian] Sneaking past them is not an option. We also shouldn't engage them directly… Apart from being a much harder challenge to take them down, it would for sure alert the lieutenant as well as probably other guards in the vicinity." After just taking a short look at the situation, Lady Pyre made her conjecture.

"[Reptilian] What do you suggest then? Go back and tell the Young Master we have failed?" Finding her partner's matter-of-fact manner of speaking rather annoying Madam Dara threw out a teasing remark.

Still, Lady Pyre's expression remained the same, she did not lose herself to such a feeble attempt. With the same steady, and cold, expressionless analytic tone of voice she continued.

"[Reptilian] No, of course not." She said and pointed towards a nearby larger shade cast by a sizable stone pillar that protruded from the ground. It had a wide berth, taking the size of not just one, but several pillars altogether.

"[Reptilian] You can do some basic shielding, and soundproofing as far as I know. We merely need to lead them away behind that pillar. There they would be out of sight and hearing of the lieutenant. With your darkness ability, we could also make sure that the captain wouldn't even sense the danger."

"[Reptilian] Your plan is fine, I admit, however…" Madam Dara sighed as she revealed one of her weakness to her frenemy. "…I can at most keep up the barrier for a few minutes… maybe 5 or 6 at most."

"[Reptilian] That is fine. Should be enough to go in, grab the target, and escape. By the time the rest of the guards realize that something is wrong we should be at the worst about to leave the premises. The window is more than enough for me… for us."

Madam Dara could only grit her teeth and click her tongue in annoyance. Her partner, Lady Pyre's plan whilst had a couple of dark spots still, they had no other choice, without either asking for help. Yet even that wouldn't be a suitable option as they were way too deep to be able to wait for others to arrive.

Suddenly, Madam Dara felt that not taking any of her daughters along the mission may have been a mistake…

"[Reptilian] F-fine, let's go with that. But you most likely have to do most of the work, as just by keeping up the barrier would pretty much drain me dry."action

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