Chapter 217: The Shadow in the Light
To any other observer—even the S-Rank guards patrolling the perimeter—he looked like a devout keeper of the hall, perhaps cleaning the glass or offering a prayer.
But my eyes saw the truth.
His shadow didn't match his posture. While the priest bowed his head, the shadow on the floor elongated, stretching like a tendril of oil toward the base of the display case.
Inside that case rested a jagged, black shard. The Horn of Behemoth. A relic from the Second Demon War, severed by the legendary Sword Saint Alaric.
The priest's hand moved. He didn't open the case. He pressed his palm against the glass.
Hiss..
A sound barely audible, like water hitting a hot pan. The white light of the Hero Flame seemed to dim for a fraction of a second.
I watched, my eyes narrowing. He wasn't stealing it. Theft would trigger the wards. He was… infecting it.
The shadow on the floor pulsed.
