Evolution begins with an ant colony-Chapter 341 Paths Converge

The vibrant bustle of Elvendell momentarily faltered as Ark collided with another figure. Both men stumbled back, momentarily stunned.

Ark's eyes widened as he met the gaze of another – a man with hair that looked similar to the night sky, a combination of black and silver strands. The man's eyes, however, held the most striking feature – they seemed to shift and change, their color flickering between a fiery red and a mesmerizing, regal purple, similar to Ark's.

As they locked eyes and observed each other's features, they could both tell they were far from normal. However, they both decided not to say a thing about it.

"My apologies," Ark stammered, the first to regain his composure. "I wasn't paying attention."

The other man chuckled, a sound both deep and strangely melodic. "No harm done," he replied, his voice smooth and rich. "The streets are quite crowded today. You should be more cautious and watch your step."

"Will do." Ark replied, as he continued on his way.

As Ark stepped aside to continue his journey, Genesis materialized beside him, a tremor of unease flitting across her face. "†[Lord Ark,]†" she whispered urgently, "†[there's something… familiar about that man. His presence… it carries the same echo, the same energy signature as Lord Alzureth, the First Prince of Demons.]†"

Ark paused, a flicker of interest replacing his initial surprise. His mismatched eyes narrowed in thought. "Are you certain, Genesis?" he asked, his voice barely a murmur.

"†[Positive,]†" Genesis confirmed, her voice laced with a hint of apprehension. "†[The demonic essence is unmistakable.]†"

A slow smile spread across Ark's face, a hint of excitement glinting in his mismatched eyes. "Interesting," he murmured. "Looks like the pre-show entertainment has arrived early."

He glanced back at the retreating figure of the man with the shifting eyes. While the prospect of facing a First Demon Prince sent a thrill through him, Ark knew better than to rush into battle. "Patience, Genesis," he whispered, his voice laced with amusement. "Let him gather his demonic legion. A single prince is hardly a worthy opponent.

Legendary figures do only appear once the chaos has reached its peak."

Meanwhile, the man, Alzureth, with his black and silver hair continued on his way, a thoughtful frown etched onto his face.

He had brushed past someone who strangely resembled his siblings. Yet, there was a distinct difference. This one exuded an aura of immense power, a power that hinted at godhood and the complete mastery of his †Authority†.

"Who was that?" he muttered to himself, the question echoing within his head. "A god? A potential threat, or perhaps… an ally?" He quickened his pace, his destination a quaint Elven inn nestled within the heart of Elvendell. There, he was to meet with his siblings, to finalize their plans for the coming chaos.

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Alzureth pushed open the intricately carved wooden doors of the Elven inn, his displeasure simmering beneath the surface.

The forced civility of his elven disguise felt suffocating, very different from the raw power that coursed through his veins.

The decision to meet at this quaint tavern, tucked away in a quiet corner of Elvendell, had been Salden's, a small jab at Alzureth's usual preference for grand settings.

Inside, the air buzzed with the gentle murmur of Elven conversation and the soft clinking of glasses. Dimly lit by strategically placed lanterns, the inn gave off a warm, inviting atmosphere – very different from the chaos Alzureth planned to unleash upon this unsuspecting land.

He looked around the room, trying to find his siblings. Finally, he saw Elrith in a quiet corner. Her red hair flowed down her back, and she was chatting with two Elven men who didn't seem to know of the chaos that would decend upon their home.

Her outfit, though toned down for the occasion, was still eye-catching, hugging her curves and leaving little to the imagination.

Alzureth snorted. Elrith, always the social butterfly, was probably using her charm to gather valuable information. Then he noticed Saquin, her silver hair shining in the dim light.

Sitting opposite Elrith, Saquin looked aloof and arrogant, her sharp eyes scanning the room. Her black and silver outfit, though toned down, still looked elegant.

Finally, he saw Salden, the strategist. Salden was dressed like an Elven butler, with his horns hidden under a his carefully styled hair. He sat calmly with his back to the door, looking composed. However, his eyes flickered towards Alzureth's arrival, showing a hint of amusement in their depths.

Alzureth marched towards the table, his every step radiating authority. The Elven patrons, sensing his imposing presence, instinctively fell silent. Elrith, her eyes sparkling with mischief, broke the sudden hush.

"Well, well, well," she drawled, her voice dripping with mock surprise. "Look who decided to grace us with his presence. Took you long enough, brother."

Alzureth ignored her playful comment and looked at Salden. "Why this quaint setting, Salden?" he asked, his voice showing his irritation. "Couldn't you have picked a more appropriate place for such an important conversation?" He spoke in the demon tongue to avoid raising suspicion.

Salden gave a slight shrug, his lips curling into a barely contained smirk. "A touch of simplicity, brother," he replied, his voice dry and measured. "Besides, isn't it more fun to strike fear into their hearts in their own home?"

Alzureth snorted again. Salden always had a knack for the theatrics. He glanced at the other patrons, some stealing nervous glances in their direction. Perhaps Salden had a point.

"Very well," Alzureth conceded, as he softened his voice. "Now, down to business. Now that our forces are ready, we should prepare to move amongst the crowd when night falls so we can be close enough when the divination begins."

A predatory gleam entered Elrith's eyes. "Excellent," she purred, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Time to paint this Elven paradise in blood."

Salden, suddenly turned calm and cold as he asked. "And what That person you encounterd eariler this… anomaly? Won't they be a problem?" He asked, his voice devoid of emotion. His blue eyes filled with a stream of numbers.

Alzureth frowned. He had intended to keep his encounter with Ark a secret, to assess the situation before involving his siblings. But Salden, always perceptive, had likely noticed the shift in his demeanor upon entering the inn thanks to the use of his †Authority†.

"Later," he stated curtly. "There will be time for… other matters… once we have dealt with this first."

The room fell silent once more, a heavy tension hanging in the air. The siblings of chaos had gathered, their plans for destruction set in motion. Yet, amidst their shared darkness, a single question lingered – who was this mysterious being, and how would his presence impact the impending chaos?

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