Chapter 273: Abyssal Cultists

The Mori family’s estate in Silvermoon City was vast, surrounded by high walls and resembling a palace complex.

Even from a distance, its grandeur was evident.

As Helag rode in the carriage, they were met halfway by a group of Mori family members who had come to escort them.

Blank had already informed the family via magic stone to send people for support.

Given the strange events that had just occurred at Israel’s estate, Blank didn’t dare linger.

With the appearance of such a powerful and mysterious entity, Blank’s only concern was getting Amisha far away from there.

If anything else happened, he wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences.

The Mori family had sent dozens of people, led by a stern-looking middle-aged man with an imposing presence.

This man was none other than Shatar, the current head of the Mori family.

Blank stopped the carriage and quickly ran to Shatar, kneeling on one knee. “Master Shatar.”

Shatar glanced at him and asked, “How is Amisha?”

“Miss is unconscious but breathing steadily. There are no other issues,” Blank replied.

At that moment, Helag stepped down from the carriage.

Shatar dismounted and approached Helag. “Thank you, Mr. Helag, for escorting her. The Mori family will remember your kindness.”

“You’re too kind, Mr. Shatar. It was the least I could do,” Helag replied. Blank had already informed him on the way that the family head would be coming, so Helag knew this man was the leader of the Mori family.

Shatar nodded and turned to one of his men. “Gordon, take note of Mr. Helag’s contact information and transfer 5,000 magic stones as a reward.”

“Thank you,” Helag said, noticing that Shatar seemed keen to avoid further involvement with him.

Helag didn’t mind; in fact, he was relieved. Plus, he was earning 5,000 magic stones for his trouble.

With the Mori family now present, Helag’s escort duties were over.

After exchanging magic stone contact information with the Mori family’s butler, Gordon, Helag called for a carriage and left.

Helag could see the wariness in Shatar’s eyes, likely concerned that he might have gotten too close to his daughter.

Blank had probably reported the events of the ball in detail through the magic stone.

Helag, being a poor young man, even as a member of Seranthiel, was not someone who would catch Shatar’s eye.

For a wizard family like the Mori family, Amisha’s marriage had to bring significant value. There was no way they would let her marry a lowly wizard like Helag.

Shatar’s cold attitude made it clear that he wanted Helag to keep his distance from his daughter.

Helag didn’t care. He had no intention of getting involved with the Mori family anyway.

Earning 5,000 magic stones for this trip was already a win.

It seemed the Mori family kept a tight rein on Amisha.

During their conversations, Helag had sensed her longing for freedom.

The vast, untamed lands of the Barren Lands seemed to hold a strong appeal for her.

Helag shook his head, deciding not to dwell on the matter.

He had no intention of playing out some romantic elopement with a rich family’s daughter.

He wasn’t Romeo, and Amisha wasn’t Juliet.

As Helag sat in the carriage, he began searching for information on Abyssal cultists.

The events of the night had been too sudden, and what had happened left Helag deeply unsettled.

Six Abyssal cultists had used a red claw to open a rift to the Abyssal Plane.

Though the rift had only been open for about two seconds before closing on its own, it was still a shocking event.

The souls and blood of six ordinary people were weak offerings, yet they had managed to open a planar rift. It was almost unimaginable.

This only meant that the red claw they had used was no ordinary item. It possessed extraordinary power, enough to open a rift with just six sacrifices.

Helag recalled the rift and was certain it led to the Abyssal Plane.

He had glanced at the eye within the rift, and while it had caused his head to throb slightly, he hadn’t suffered any major effects.

Unlike the others, whose heads had exploded after just a glance.

When Helag saw the eye, he immediately understood the immense power of the entity beyond the rift.

He had instinctively covered Amisha’s eyes, preventing her from looking up.

Had he not reacted quickly, Amisha would have been a headless corpse by now.

The eye contained infinite knowledge and rules, far too much for ordinary people to comprehend.

In the instant they saw it, their minds would be overwhelmed by an influx of information, causing their heads to explode.

Helag had felt some pressure after seeing the eye, but thanks to his powerful bloodline, he had been able to withstand it.

The bloodline of the Thunder God Ancestor, though dormant, was still present within him.

Its latent power was still there, even if he couldn’t fully activate it.

Helag recalled that the six people had been called Abyssal cultists, likely tied to the Abyssal Plane.

After searching through the tavern forums, Helag found some relevant information and began to understand.

Though the Abyssal Plane’s invasion had been repelled by wizards long ago, there had always been people who wished for its return.

These individuals worshipped various powerful entities from the Abyssal Plane and were collectively known as Abyssal cultists.

They were deeply hidden, lurking in every corner of the Land of Dawn.

It was even possible that a wizard who spent their days fighting pollution and slaying monsters could secretly be a fanatical Abyssal cultist.

Abyssal cultists would stop at nothing to bring the Abyssal Plane back to the wizard plane, using any means necessary.

What had happened tonight was a relatively minor incident in the grand scheme of Abyssal cultist activity.

Thanks to Israel’s quick response, casualties had been minimized, with only a few deaths.

In terms of Abyssal cultist attacks, this was considered a small number of deaths.

There had been cases where Abyssal cultists had poisoned an entire city’s water supply. Though the wizards had discovered it in time, many people had already consumed the water, most of them ordinary citizens.

These ordinary people, with their weak constitutions, couldn’t withstand the diseases in the water. Some died within three to five days, while others lived for over a month, but in the end, they all perished.

Only knights, wizard apprentices, and wizards survived.

The death toll had reached four figures, and that was just the recorded number. The actual death toll was unknown.

Ironically, the people in the slums had been unaffected.

Their water pipes had long since fallen into disrepair and weren’t connected to the city’s main water network.

After that incident, every city in the Land of Dawn had significantly increased their precautions regarding water safety.

No one had ever imagined that such a small, overlooked issue could be exploited to cause such widespread devastation.