The Dawn of the New World Chapter 1469

"Back home?" Ruslan absentmindedly repeated, "Yes, I wouldn't think there was much to talk about with the souls trapped in the pits of hell."

"Trapped?! Their misdeeds led them into the pits," Ackey proudly clarified, "We were simply the keepers!" before resentfully stomping on the ground like a child.

But as a result of that random action, the entire city lightly trembled from the force while the space warped around him.

Ruslan staggered back and all the color vanished from his face.

"I-I didn't mean to imply-" he tried to explain himself but the irritable Pan cut him off.

"Enough, explain yourself! Why have you called upon us? We are needed elsewhere."

Fixing his glasses, Ruslan took a much more subservient posture before continuing.

"Yes! There have been a few developments in the last few days and I thought the Prince might want to know."

"The Prince?" Ackey glanced at Pan before stepping forward, "You are going to tell something to the Prince? What is it?"

Ruslan cleared his throat, "That- I think it would be better if I spoke with his highness directly."

"Buhahahaha!" Pan burst into laughter, even going as far as falling to the ground while holding his stomach.

"Th-The human 'thinks' he knows what's best Ackey, did- did you hear that? Hahahaha!"

Ackey shook his head woefully, "Comrade Ruslan, you might have a seat at the table but we do not consider you amongst our ranks. You will have to prove yourself and earn the privilege of speaking to the Prince."

"I...understand. My apologies Comrade Ackey, Comrade Pan," he said while bowing to them from the waist.

Ackey couldn't help but be impressed by his attitude.

"It is good to know your place. If you continue on this path then it will not be long before you are standing in my spot. Now, what was so important that you summoned us from the battlefield?"

Before answering, Ruslan reached into his robe to take out a small liquor bottle which he drank every last drop off. His face flushed as he opened the book to read out what had been written.

"Three days ago something happened in the skies. An aurora was created that was followed by a surge of powerful energies falling upon the city. From what I have gathered this phenomenon was observed all across the Wastes of Torment without exception."

Ackey looked back towards Pan who had suddenly turned series.

"I have heard of this," he confirmed, "One of ours was passing through the Wastes when this happened but- it is of no consequence. It was probably another servant of the Sanctum. I have seen something similar when one of 'those' lunatics communed with the Old Ones."

"One of THEM?!" Ackey anxiously repeated.

"Mhm. They are the only ones devout enough to birth a phenomenon of that nature. But even if there is one more of them being born it will make no difference in the end. We already have them on the ropes."

Ruslan awkwardly intervened, even though it seemed like a bad time to do so.

"Comrade Ackey, who...are you referring to?"

He let out a weary sigh, "The...Timoratus. They are a secretive branch of the Sanctum, the most pious and dedicated of all the followers of the Old Gods- and our worst enemies."

His ugly expression made it obvious that he didn't even want to think about them but was forced to because of the current situation.

"?!"

"But I thought the Sanctum was not aware of our movements just yet. How could they be at war with us already??"

"The Sanctum isn't- but the Timoratus are always at war. Where most other followers are held back by their selfish desires, the Timoratus live and die for the Sanctum and all that it stands for. They are the self-proclaimed disciples of the Nine. Their one and only goal is to eradicate all the enemies of the Old Ones by any means necessary."

Ruslan let out a deep breath, "Truly?! I have never heard of them before," making Ackey chuckle.

"They wouldn't be very secretive if everyone knew of their existence, especially since anonymity is their greatest armor against us. I know not what methods they use to indoctrinate new followers but it is brutal even by our standards."

Even Pan stepped forward with an account of his own.

"I heard we captured one of them not too long ago. The Prince came out personally to torture him for information but he held on for an entire fortnight- only laughing in his face. And just when we thought he was about to break- instead he broke out from right under his nose."

Ackey waved his hand to change the topic.

"Beh, no reason to bring that up now. They are few in numbers and even if each one of them is a force to be reckoned with, they are not eternal. We have already killed many of them...even if it was at a great cost. They gave up everything in pursuit of power, even their own names. With neither kin nor clan to support them, we have all but won."