All the citizens of the capital worked their way through the mountains, trying to escape the cruel fate that would await them once the Silverwood soldiers were here with their king.
Amon walked away and did the last thing that had to be done; he wanted to get the scrole of the trevelor into his own hands. He had no plan to use it right now; he only wanted to take it, just as the Silverwood King didn't. He never stood by their side because he was loyal to them; he did it to protect his guild and all the people inside of it.
If this powerful item fell into the hands of a greedy king, no matter who he was, the kingdom would change over night, and the dream every king has of ruling over the world would be worked on. He would take the scorle and keep it safe in his guild or even batter a place where not even he would be able to get there alone.
He spread his Qi all across the castle and searched for the place where the most physical traps were located; he had no way to find out where the magical traps were. But finding the physical one was no problem for him with this method.
Mixing magical and old-fashioned physical traps together, as currently almost everything is protected. After all, one had to defend against magicians with such traps. With the combination of thousands of blessings spread around the world among humans and elves, plus the existence of arcmagic that any mage could learn, mages simply had too much uncertainty to protect themselves with magic traps alone. That's why they mixed in normal traps in the hope of making a difference.
Amon searched until he discovered a passage behind the painting on the way to Tronsaal. Amon took the picture of the mountains of Verdan and tore it out of the wall.
Just as he had felt, there was a narrow, thin passageway behind the painting that was littered with traps, and those were just the ones he wanted to open up with Qi himself. If they had the well-known chemistry of one-third normal traps and two-thirds magical traps as well, Amon could very well imagine what he was getting into.
Nevertheless, he saw all this as his task; Leon had already killed the king, and the other of the twelve coats of arms had killed all the enemies; everything he did was, in his opinion, not worth talking about. In his view, he only destroyed a bridge, which could have been done with enough explosives, and rang a bell.
Even though the feats he achieved in reality were much more impressive than he saw them, he still wanted to take care of this alone.
Already before he went into the hallway, he transformed his spear into a shield that had a long stave in its center. The only condition for the ring was that he create a weapon, which he did, creating a shield that also served as a spear.
He walked into the hallway without even thinking about it, neither looking around nor looking around, just avoiding the falls he could feel with his Qi. He didn't want to waste a thought looking for something he could only see when it was about to end.
He walked through the hallway, fending off every single magical trap before it could hit him.
His shield enabled him to resist everything; as long as he didn't walk on the path of protection, it was the only way to defend himself. With a shield or armor.
He slammed all the projectiles that flew his way with his shield away and then destroyed the place where they came from. He remembered every single direction and then wrecked them with his skills or his shield.
He proceeded to walk down the hallway further and further; he needed a long time for what the king normally needed five minutes for. However, the further he came, the traps became more and more creative. He now did not need to defend against simple fireballs; now he had to block a flaming beam as he dodged ice shards and jumped over chasms, at the ends of which were steel rolls covered with multiple spikes. At the end of each chasm was a roll of steel with several spikes on it. Ready to shred him apart.
This king of yours must be out of his mind. Amon couldn't believe his eyes. He was glad that Qibanding had made him so capable of multitasking; otherwise, he would have died long ago.
He worked his way through until he reached a wall blocking the way.
"This can't be the only way." He turned around and thought about going back through the minefield. The wall collapsed in front of him, trapping him in a 2-cubic-meter square space.
He looked around, letting all the qi in his body glide through the walls, searching for an exit, until he felt with the qi a mechanism behind the walls.
This small room was the last obstacle before the room where the Scorle of the Trevelor was.
He did something he had never done before in his life, but it had to work; even he would not be able to escape from this room by force.
He tamed the Qi he felt in the wall and directed it so that he could activate the mechanism.
The mechanism, which he did not even know how to use normally, had also built in several traps. He now had to inspect the traps in the door while simultaneously activating the mechanism without seeing anything, just feeling it.
And after five minutes, which felt like days to Amon, he heard a soft click, similar to an unlocked door. The wall that was in front of him rolled upward and placed itself in a small gap between the walls.
His eyes needed to adapt to the strong light that was here. As he could see again, he saw an elysium-shaped room that had an altar in the middle of it, and on exactly that altar stood a rolled scroll of old parchment. That had to be it. Amon went to it and noticed how the scroll opened automatically without him interacting with it. The scroll was empty, but the moment he let his Qi flow into the scroll, the map showed a vast area. It was an image of a detailed map of Silverwood and Verdan.
There were red circles all over the map, and one of those circles was exactly where his guild was. When he touched the circle, the image changed, and the scroll was written in perfect calligraphy without Amon doing anything.
The writing gave the most accurate details as they were known about the area in and around his guild. The information was much less than anything he knew about the layout and the forest that framed the guild. This information was probably all Verdan knew about the layout and terrain. In a different font was written another word that Amon said aloud. It was hard to read; the letters were so squiggly and looked almost foreign that he wondered if it was another language at all.
"Con-trin-ra."
As he spoke the word, the scroll changed again, and now he could write more information in. At the edge of the bottom right corner, another word stood. The word was, however, written in gray ink. And both in blue got written in small letters.
'You are not able to teleport to this goal.'
This was probably how it worked: teleporting and writing the information about the place. With the barrier of the goblet, it was impossible to teleport. Amon burned this scene into his brain to later on describe it to Personia, and then took the scrole, his ring, and created a bag that had several spikes in it to use as a weapon and carry a bag at the same time. He then walked it around his waist while making sure the bag wouldn't hurt him walking back.
As he was leaving, he read a few words on the wall that appeared one after the other.
He betrayed me; it was all his plan. Why is he abandoning me now? Now that I understand everything, this demon belongs to him. I will get him and kill him.
He still didn't answer me. What should I do?
There is only one thing I have to do alone now.
My slayer came, but he will be eaten by the demon from the shadows just like me.' Amon read the words in his head and did not understand what they meant.
"Seems like I will have to discuss more than the scrole with everyone. But for now I need to get back." Amon walked back while morising everysingle word that stood on the wall.