Chapter 67 – The Chained Woman
Noah tilted his head slightly, confused.
’I am the one?’
What did that even mean?
"You three may leave. I’ll have a little chat with this one," the man on the throne said casually.
Without hesitation, Zuhur, Lalie, and Boris vanished—leaving Noah alone.
He tensed. His instincts screamed at him.
This man—no, this being—radiated a presence easily in the SS-rank tier.
Someone who could erase him with a single flick of a finger.
Chuckle—!
"Relax," the man said, his voice surprisingly warm. "I won’t harm our only hope."
Noah remained guarded, though outwardly he forced himself to stay calm.
"Well," he said coolly, "I’m not so sure yet if I’ll be the one saving you all."
Or if I even want to.
Saving people who could become future problems?
No chance.
"Sit down. Let’s talk properly," the man said, conjuring a chair made of shadows.
Without fuss, Noah sat, meeting the man’s eyes directly.
"My name is Oren," he said calmly.
"Noah Weaverheart," Noah replied.
Oren nodded. "The three who brought you here must have explained a little—the fact that we wish to escape this cursed forest."
Noah nodded again. "They did."
"But they didn’t tell you how. Nor the why of all this."
"Exactly. And I was also wondering..." Noah leaned forward slightly.
"Are you trapped here because you caused some trouble?"
A soft laugh escaped Oren.
"Trouble? Depends on the perspective," he said with a grin.
"But for you, no—we’re not your problem. In fact, you might find helping us... far more beneficial than you expect."
Now Noah was genuinely interested.
"And how exactly am I supposed to help you?" he asked.
Oren’s smile turned oddly innocent.
"I don’t know."
Silence.
Noah blinked.
...They don’t even know?
His expression darkened. He stared at Oren like he was looking at an escaped lunatic.
Oren noticed and chuckled again. "Let me finish before judging."
"I don’t know the method exactly," Oren admitted. "But—someone else does."
Noah frowned. "Aren’t you the highest-ranking here?"
"Among the shadows here, yes," Oren confirmed. "But not the highest."
Noah sighed. "And who am I supposed to meet? I’m not exactly comfortable standing in front of beings who can erase me with a sneeze, you know."
"Don’t worry. No harm will come to you," Oren reassured him—and then his gaze deepened, staring straight into Noah’s soul.
"And even if we wanted to hurt you, we couldn’t."
Noah’s confusion deepened. "Why not?"
Oren studied him for a moment, clearly realizing Noah was truly unaware.
Interesting.
So he doesn’t know.
I wonder his relationship with her.
But Oren didn’t press. He had his orders.
"We will meet my master," he said simply.
"The one responsible for the transformation of this Realm. The one who knows the way out."
Noah hesitated. "You’re... awfully confident that I can save you. Why?"
"Our master gave us specific instructions. She described the person capable of freeing us."
Oren’s eyes locked into Noah’s.
"He would be someone... without a conventional shadow."
"Someone whose very shadow is not of this world."
"A literal shadow—like us."
Something none of them had ever seen before.
Noah sat in stunned silence.
’It seems Ester’s existence is even more special than I thought...’
He’d always known Ester’s presence was incredible, but this?
It changed everything.
"I see," Noah said simply.
Oren smiled faintly.
"Let’s go," he said, stepping forward and placing a hand on Noah’s shoulder.
"I’ll teleport you directly."
"Be respectful."
"And..." Oren’s expression softened.
"I hope you can truly... save her."
"Wait—her—?"
Before Noah could finish, the shadows swallowed.
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