Heaven's Greatest Professor

Chapter 242: Second Layer

"They aren't returning, are they?" May said, biting her lips.

Lady Cassandra had her eyes glued to the gate the entire time. It had been over a quarter of an hour since they sent two of them to scout ahead. Their instruction was to jump in and come back after just getting the vibes of the surroundings. There was no need for a more thorough observation.

Unfortunately, neither of them had returned. None of them thought the two were irresponsible or didn't know how to take commands. Hell, one of them was a woman from Azalea Garden.

"We cannot wait much longer," Lady Cassandra opened her mouth for the first time since the battle.

"I'll alert everyone," Koyel said and ran towards where the wounded people were resting.

Warden lurched up to sit upright abruptly, as though he had had a bad dream. He blinked a couple of times and turned to face them. He crept towards them.

"How long was I asleep?" he asked, checking his skin.

"It's barely been a couple of hours," May said, taking a deep breath.

"I have withdrawn all the array flags while you were asleep," Cole said hesitantly. "Would you mind if I study them for a little longer?"

Warden seemed like he was about to agree, but then he turned towards Lady Cassandra. "Talk to her about it."

May shook her head. The guy had come back to his persona again, unaware that more than half of his deeds were clear in their eyes.

"Is there any problem?" He asked, creeping closer to the gate. "I thought people would be jumping into the gate after everything they had been through."

May explained to him why they were so hesitant about jumping into the gate without any preparation. It appeared it had occurred to him that the forsaken might be on the other side of the gate as well.

"That's a valid reason to hesitate." He crouched down next to the gate, cleaning the rubble off the metallic gate frame to look at the scripts. Obviously, most of the runes were hidden from observers' eyes, but there were instructions written in an ancient rune language. "Hmm, this is a one-way Teleportation gate. We cannot come back through this."

Marcus's expression soured immediately. "Unfortunately, no..."

"Hopefully, no misfortune has befallen them," May prayed.

"What's the deal with the forsaken?" the Janitor asked.

Marcus lifted his head to shoot a surprised look at the Janitor. He left everything for Pierce to announce.

"We're on a very delicate balance," Pierce said, his eyes drawn to the ranks of the forsaken. There were a couple of hundred of them, only a few dozen trolls, while most were orcs—green and red-skinned, divided by the trolls. Lastly, there were some diminutive goblins. "There had been more of them in the beginning, but we had to break through their obstruction to enter the second layer.

Even then, we found more than a couple of occasions."

"How is the truce established?"

"Calling it a truce is an overstatement... Let's just say that the Imperial Prince and the authoritative figures of the forsaken came to terms that they wouldn't wipe each other out until they gained whatever they could from the inheritance ground."

"That seems very..." May didn't know what to say.

"Reactionary?" Marcus tried to help. "Ultimately, neither of the two parties wants to die... While the battle is inevitable, both parties welcome the idea of biding their time to gain an upper hand, likely through receiving some gifts from this layer."

May could only nod. Then her eyes found Lady Cassandra walking alone towards where Tayl Alebson rested. Her eyes were firm, though veins in her forehead bulged out as her aura curled the natural energy around her.

She stood before him, supported by four of her sisters. Tayl Alebson met her gaze, equal part antagonism evident in them.

"I hope you have played everything in your head before you decided to abandon the fight."

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