Executioner's League-Chapter 75: The Journey to Neonis!

Inside the lab, a faint

blue glow emanated from the central chamber as Veyvron and Syvaren carefully

transferred the Aetherian Flux into a specially designed Flux Storage Cargo.

The room was quiet, save for the hum of containment stabilizers and the gentle

pulses of light moving through the translucent tubes.

"This cargo contains the

concentrated Aetherian Flux we've managed to purify," Veyvron said, inspecting

the seals on the container. "It holds the potential to treat Syvian, Kairen,

and Zyren—but only if it reaches Neonis intact."

Kael stepped forward with

a resolute gaze. "I will protect it with everything I have."

Senjuro and Kyrin entered

just in time to hear that promise. Senjuro gave Kael a nod, his voice calm but

steady. "We'll all protect the cargo, Kael. This mission is bigger than any one

of us. Let's start immediately."

Kyrin added, "The longer

we wait, the more vulnerable they become. Let's move, Sensei."

Veyvron gave a slight nod.

"Very well. I'll make preparations—vehicle, gear, and navigation routes. Be

ready. You leave in an hour."

With that, the trio got to

work. They changed into their mission-grade gear, reinforced with

flux-resistant fabric and impact support systems. Their weapons—Kael's

Xalvareth, Senjuro's twin Xyper Katana ,

and Kyrin's Hypernova rifle—were all recalibrated and synchronized with their

respective cores.

By the time they stepped

into the driveway, Veyvron was already there, waiting next to a sleek transport

unit reinforced with Aetherium alloy. Its engine purred with a low, resonant

hum—a hybrid of arc-core and grav-drive technologies. Alongside him stood two

figures cloaked in dark grey combat wear, faces partially obscured, but the

aura around them was unmistakable—assassins of the elite class.

"These two will accompany

you on the journey to Neonis," Veyvron introduced. "This is Veytex, and this is

Sanyer. They're among our most skilled."

Veytex gave a respectful

nod. "It's an honor to stand with you—Kael, Senjuro, Kyrin. Your names carry

weight even among the quietest shadows."

Sanyer smirked with calm

confidence. "We're here to make sure this mission ends in success. No matter

what comes our way."

Kael stepped forward,

shaking their hands. "We're glad to have you with us. Let's do this together."

The group departed,

leaving the safety of Aurora Spritian behind. Their vehicle cut through the

dense woods en route to Neonis. The air grew colder, the trees taller. The

route, though mapped, was unpredictable—twisted pathways, hidden ravines, and

silence that felt too still.

A few hours into the

journey, just before sunset, their vehicle abruptly halted. A warning blared on

the dashboard: proximity alert.

"Something's out there,"

Kyrin said, checking the radar. "Movement. Multiple hostiles closing in."

Senjuro nodded. "It's an

ambush."

Without wasting a second,

the team jumped out of the vehicle and secured the cargo. The forest around

them began to ripple with unnatural energy—dark, familiar flux signatures

flickering through the trees.

"They've been tracking

us," Kael muttered. "And they know what we're carrying."

From the shadows, cloaked

figures lunged forward—rogue assassins twisted by corrupted flux. Their eyes

glowed an eerie red, and their movements were unnaturally fast.

"Protect the cargo!" Kael

shouted, drawing Xalvareth.

Before anyone else could

react, Sanyer vanished in a blink, reappearing behind one of the attackers.

With a flick of his wrist, twin curved daggers infused with Violet Wind Flux

sliced through the air, carving through his target in a blur of precision. He

was dancing between trees and enemies, moving so fast that only the impact of

his attacks remained behind him.

Veytex raised his hand,

and suddenly the air shimmered. Dozens of floating blades constructed of

Mirrorlight Flux hovered around him. He manipulated them with pinpoint control,

each one striking with surgical accuracy. They deflected incoming projectiles,

slashed at corrupted attackers, and carved open pathways.

"Didn't think we'd be

showing off this early," Sanyer called out, cutting down another attacker with

a spinning arc.

Veytex smirked under his

mask. "It's not showing off—it's eliminating delays."

Kael, Senjuro, and Kyrin

joined the fight. Kael unleashed controlled bursts of Hyper Resonance Flux,

syncing his core with the pulse of the forest and using the surrounding flux to

overload enemy attacks. Senjuro weaved through enemies with pinpoint strikes,

targeting weak points with his Xyper Katana. Kyrin, perched on a tree branch,

rained down Hypernova shots, each one creating explosions of cleansing that

disintegrated the shadows.

Despite the onslaught, the

rogue assassins kept coming. But now, they were being outmatched.

Sanyer struck down another

foe and turned to Kael. "We need to push forward. They'll call for

reinforcements if we give them time."

Kael nodded. "Sanyer,

Veytex—clear a path. We'll move the cargo through."

The two assassins surged

ahead. Sanyer blurred into motion, his daggers slashing open a line through the

enemy ranks. Veytex's Mirrorlight Blades spun around him like a storm,

repelling the corrupted flux attacks and carving through attackers. Within moments,

the front line broke, and Kael signaled the rest.

"Move!"

They advanced quickly,

dragging the cargo along the safe route Sanyer and Veytex had cleared. The

final wave of enemies lunged at them—desperate, unstable, and feral. But it was

too late.

Kael unleashed a blast of

Prisma Cyan Resonance, and the entire area was engulfed in shimmering light.

The corrupted forces screamed as their dark flux was shattered by the

resonance.

When the light faded, the

woods fell silent again. The only sound left was the wind and the steady hum of

the secured cargo.

The group gathered

together, bruised but standing tall.

Sanyer lowered his

weapons. "Well... that was fun."

Veytex checked the

perimeter with a calm tone. "All threats neutralized. Cargo secured."

Kael walked over to them.

"You two didn't just help—you saved this mission."

Sanyer gave a casual

shrug. "That's what we're here for."

Senjuro smirked. "We

should spar sometime."

Veytex raised an eyebrow.

"Careful what you wish for."

Kyrin leaned on his rifle.

"Let's keep moving. Neonis is still ahead."

With the battle behind

them and the cargo intact, the group pressed on—united not just by mission, but

by bond, forged in combat and trust.

The road to Neonis was

still long, but they had proven one thing: together, they were unstoppable.

The sun had set, and the

pale light of twin moons filtered through the thick canopy above as the convoy

resumed its movement through the woods. The tension in the air lingered, but

their pace remained steady—driven by resolve. Kael rode in the lead vehicle,

sitting beside the Flux Cargo, his hand resting lightly on Xalvareth, eyes

never leaving the treeline. Behind him, Senjuro and Kyrin stayed alert,

watching for any flicker of motion in the shadows.

Sanyer and Veytex had

taken point, gliding ahead in silence, their forms barely visible in the faint

moonlight. They moved like ghosts, their presence felt more than seen. Despite

the calm, everyone knew better than to drop their guard.

"How much farther to

Neonis?" Kyrin asked, adjusting the scope on his weapon.

"Thirty-seven clicks,"

Veytex's voice came in through the comms. "No activity on the sensors so far.

But keep your eyes open. That ambush wasn't random."

Kael agreed. "They knew

what we were carrying. Zenyin might've been eliminated, but others could still

be pulling strings behind the scenes."

Senjuro nodded. "We're

carrying one of the rarest fluxes in existence. Anyone connected to the Dark

Network would kill to intercept it."

The woods began to thin as

the terrain shifted into rocky ridges and broken cliffs. The convoy slowed,

moving through narrow passes where the path narrowed to only a few meters wide.

In the distance, the horizon glimmered faintly with the blue glow of Neonis'

outer flux shields.

"We're close," Kael

whispered.

But before relief could

settle in, Sanyer's voice came through, sharp and urgent. "Movement—north

ridge. Not rogue assassins this time... these ones are organized."

Suddenly, streaks of

crimson light burst through the sky. Explosions rocked the earth around them,

and several cloaked figures leapt down from the cliffs. Their armor was darker,

sleeker—marked with a symbol Kael hadn't seen in years: the Segriton Crest.

Kael's eyes narrowed.

"Segriton Loyalists. So they're not extinct after all."

Sanyer flipped backward,

landing beside Kael. "They've adapted. Faster, smarter. But not unbeatable."

The enemy began to

surround them, their numbers growing. Senjuro activated his twin blades, and

Kyrin's rifle spun into high-energy mode, humming with anticipation.

"Veytex, right side!"

Sanyer shouted.

"I've got it," Veytex

replied calmly. A series of bladed discs exploded from his sleeves, arcing out

in perfect trajectories. They sliced through enemy scouts before returning to

him in a smooth, fluid motion.

Kael, meanwhile, stepped

forward, placing himself between the cargo and the attackers. His core pulsed

with Hyper Resonance Flux, golden circuits lighting up beneath his armor. "I'm

done waiting," he muttered. "Resonance Mode—Amplify."

His body surged with

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energy as the flux fused with his surroundings. The gravel beneath his feet

rippled, the air distorted, and his Xalvareth grew brighter.

Three elite Loyalists

charged toward him. Kael spun his scythe-dagger hybrid and dashed forward. Time

seemed to slow as his visors marked each of their weak points. One parried, but

Kael redirected the strike, drove his blade into the enemy's shoulder, and

followed with a reverse crescent strike, dropping the second attacker. The

third tried to retreat, but a blast of resonance knocked him straight into

Kyrin's line of fire. One clean shot ended him.

"Kael!" Senjuro called.

"More incoming from the west!"

Kael turned to see a group

of Segriton elites descending the cliffside on grav-hooks. Before he could

react, Veytex raised both hands—and dozens of his Mirrorlight Blades launched

toward the cliff face. With perfect precision, he severed the hooks mid-air,

and the enemies plummeted to the ground.

Sanyer rushed in next,

vaulting off a rock and landing in the center of three enemies. His daggers

danced between his fingers, blindingly fast. He weaved around them, slashing

their legs and wrists, disarming and disabling them within seconds. It was art

in motion.

Senjuro and Kyrin covered

the perimeter, eliminating stragglers and shielding the cargo.

After ten grueling

minutes, the last of the Segriton Loyalists fell. The air was heavy, smoke

rising from impact craters, and scorch marks littering the terrain.

Kael stood still,

breathing hard, Xalvareth humming with residual energy.

Veytex surveyed the scene.

"They were trained. Not like the rogues we fought earlier."

Sanyer added, "They didn't

want the cargo destroyed... they wanted to steal it. That was a tactical

extraction attempt."

Kael looked toward the

glowing barrier of Neonis now just a few kilometers away. "They knew what this

flux was. And they're going to keep coming. We need to get it to the

city—fast."

Senjuro sheathed his

blades. "Then we move without rest."

"Agreed," Kael said, his

tone resolute. "Neonis is waiting. And so are Syvian, Kairen, and Zyren."

With renewed urgency, the

team loaded up again. The cargo was secure. The road was clear—for now.

But Kael knew this was only

the beginning