Bridging Worlds: Book 1 Celestoria's Time
Conspiracies in Sylvanus' Grove

Just as their conversation was about to delve deeper, they heard a sound coming from the wounded young man’s room. They immediately rushed to his side. The man was awake and sitting in bed, his torso covered in bandages.

“How are you feeling?” Rosche asked with concern.

The young man remained quiet, assessing his body.

Master Sylvanus handed him a bowl of medicine. “Drink this.”

The young man took the bowl but hesitated, smelling the contents.

“It’s not poisoned,” Master Sylvanus said. “If I wanted to harm you, I could have let you die from poison yesterday.”

“It’s true, you must have been half-conscious and didn’t remember,” Rosche added, offering her assurance.

The young man finally took a deep breath and drank the medicine in one go, placing the empty bowl on a nearby table.

“By the way, what’s your name?” Rosche asked.

The young man looked at her, his eyes harboring a sense of distrust. “I am Kir,” he hesitated, “Kiryo.” sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Kiryo,” Rosche acknowledged. “I’m Rosche, and this is Master Sylvanus. He’s the one who saved you,” she added.

Kiryo gazed at them, his trust still a fragile thing. “Thank you,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

“We’re happy to help,” Rosche replied.

Master Sylvanus noticed Kiryo’s actions and behavior. “Your kind tends to have similar behavior. How did you end up here?” he inquired.

Kiryo reached for a robe near his bed and put it on. “I was attacked.”

“Those darkbanes are indeed ruthless,” Rosche commented.

“It wasn’t the darkbanes,” Kiryo revealed.

“Huh, it wasn’t?” Rosche looked surprised. “Then who was it?”

“It was a demon,” Kiryo stated.

“Demons... but the dagger that was impaled in you is from the darkbane, and the special poison from that dagger is from Umbralith... how did the demons get their hand on it?” Rosche asked, puzzled.

Master Sylvanus retrieved the bowl from the table. “Then they must all be connected somehow. The darkbane’s daggers are custom-made, they recruits different kinds of mages. Maybe one of them knew about the special poison of the Umbraweavers. But who knows, maybe it was all part of the demons’ plan.”

Rosche and Kiryo exchanged puzzled glances.

“Then we must report it to the Council of Twelve,” Rosche suggested.

Master Sylvanus chuckled. “Do you really think they’ll listen?”

“Why not?” Rosche challenged.

“They are not as heroic as you might think,” Master Sylvanus replied. “Perhaps some of them already know about this but pretend to be ignorant.”

Kiryo remained silent, listening closely while Rosche was engrossed in her thoughts.

The atmosphere grew tense, and the conversation shifted when Eamon and Geran arrived, carrying plenty of firewood with them.

“We’re back,” Geran announced.

The conversation diverted its course as the two entered.

“My woods!” Master Sylvanus exclaimed as he hurried toward Geran and Eamon.

Rosche stayed silent for a moment before heading over to her brother, Geran, her thoughts still lingering on the ominous revelations they had just heard.

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