Spell Weaver-Chapter 113. The Night

"I have to agree," Claire said with her thick French accent. "A Rare D rank isn't something to use as a proving ground."

Another representative on the other side of the room spoke up and called out to Ben. Olivia recognized him as one of the private organizations from Spain. "This isn't what we came here for. My organization's interest lies in research and development, not combat operations for another nation."

"Then please, stay here," Ben said firmly. "This is our territory and our responsibility. We've handled a D-rank Rift before."

From what Olivia remembered of her briefing before attending the conference, they'd struggled quite a bit to keep the monsters within the country's only D-rank Rift culled and were nowhere near actually closing it. She looked over to see Jared, who was in charge of their group, raising both of his hands in a placating gesture. "Perhaps we could lend some assistance. We brought with us some of our—"

"With all due respect," Ben said urgently. "While we look forward to the partnership with the AG, we don't want to receive American intervention every time something goes wrong. Especially so early in our relationship." He looked at his phone and gave a sharp nod. "Our teams are already mobilizing."

Olivia looked over and saw Pete's jaw tighten, but both he and Rylan remained silent. She understood their restraint. Arguing with Ben in such a public setting and at a time of such high stress could only serve to make things worse.

"Very well," Jared said after a moment. "We'll return to our hotels and wait for word on the situation. But please, don't hesitate to reach out if circumstances change."

Ben nodded, already clicking more messages on his phone. "I'll touch base with you all tomorrow morning to discuss how the conference can continue. Look forward to talking with you all then." Ben stood and gave a quick wave to those gathered around the table before turning to the young soldier who had entered with the news. "Brief me on the way."

Many people began to file out of the room, while others began to cluster around and talk privately about the breaking situation. Olivia fell in step between Jared and Rylan. "This is going to go badly," she said quietly.

"Yeah," Rylan replied. "But sometimes, people need to learn their lessons the hard way."

They made their way back to the hotel, the tension from the meeting still in the air. Olivia and Pete both agreed, as the leads for the team on the foreign mission, to have all of their members prepare and be on standby. Olivia had a feeling they wouldn't be waiting long before that call for help came.

She paced in her hotel room, idly checking and rechecking the contents of her spatial pouch that Alex had given her. Each item she called into her hand caused the familiar weight of her gear to bring a small amount of comfort. She hated waiting, and being asked to stay at the hotel rather than going to help made her feel like some kind of caged animal. She was thankful that Pete had backed her suggestion that the team stay prepared with no hesitation.

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Her phone buzzed, and she saw a text from Pete that they were gathering down in the lobby to wait.

She went down and found most of the team already gathered. There was a clear amount of tension in the air, and Pete stood near one of the windows with his arms crossed. Rylan wasn't far away as he lounged in one of the oversized chairs, looking surprisingly nervous. The rest of their team had spread out across the lobby. Some checked their phones and others made quiet conversation, but since she was the only one to have a spatial item, she did think that most of them looked out of place with varying amounts of weaponry.

Hours crawled by and they monitored what news they could from various channels. There were some social media posts and a news alert for emergency response activity in Antwerp. Then, finally, they were called.

Jared put the call on speaker, and Ben's voice came through strained, missing all of its earlier confidence. "We've had… some complications. Multiple teams have entered and those who have returned have almost all sustained injuries." He paused. "Both the Rift Quest and personal Quest mentioned creatures from 'The Night.' Does that mean anything to your team?"

Olivia sucked in a breath through her teeth. The Night. Alex's notes about the shadow serpents during his time in the Epic Rift ran through her mind, and she had gotten some information on the creatures of the Night from her brief dips into the Rift herself but hadn't seen much outside of normal monsters.

Early on, when Alex told her of that experience, it had been worrying, but it seemed like a far-off concern. Shadowy monsters trapped within a D Rank Rift wouldn’t be a concern for them any time soon, not when they were able to cull random monsters in the cherry tree forest with the aid of the Celestial Sect members. But here she was, another D rank Rift and a group of potential allies calling for help.

"We're already prepared," Jared said. "Send us coordinates. We'll head in your direction as fast as we can."

"There's a private airfield ten minutes from you. The helicopter should be there soon to pick you up. I'm here at the site and will meet you when you get here—will need to coordinate with local authorities."

Rylan grinned as they loaded into their vehicles. "Now, this is more like it. Didn't know we'd get the VIP treatment. Maybe I should think about getting a helicopter."

"Try not to get too excited," Pete said, but Olivia caught his own small smile. The Adventurers Guild might be powerful, but they weren't military. A helicopter ride was a first for most of them, Olivia included.

The sun had begun to set by the time they arrived at the Rift site. The helicopter touched down in a cordoned-off area of what looked like an industrial park. Emergency vehicles crowded around the perimeter and their lights cast erratic shadows in the early dark. The Rift itself held its characteristic blue shine, reaching above the tops of the surrounding vehicles and tents that had been set up as a small command center.

Ben met them as they ducked their heads and tried to hold down their clothes and items from the spinning propellers of the helicopter. He had two of his own men with him in tactical gear, and it took a moment for Olivia to realize that they were Belgian federal police, not part of his own organization.

They entered a small tent and then introduced the older of the two. "Commissioner De Vries. He's been coordinating local response."

The commissioner's expression looked strained, but Olivia could see the activation of a skill in his eyes and assumed that he was using some sort of scan skill. His eyes widened slightly at seeing the power levels and he spoke up with a nod. "Dennis told me a lot about you all," he said in accented English. "We've established a perimeter and evacuated the surrounding area. The military has been notified, but their response is slower than normal."

Olivia looked around the scene and outside of the tent she could see the local police had maintained the outer perimeter and many civilians were looking on with interest, completely unaware of how dangerous things were inside of the Rift. Medical personnel had set up several tents in a row and had a lane to allow vehicles in and out.

She began to feel more anxiety in her stomach that had built during their flight in the helicopter. A very greedy part of her wished that Sam and Alex were there with her, knowing that the entire group would be safer with those two. She gave a brief shake of her head and clenched her jaw.

This is about earning my own power. Not leaning on theirs.

"What can you tell us about what's inside?" she asked.

The Commissioner deferred to Ben, who had been receiving all the firsthand reports.

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"It's all a dense forest environment from what we've seen so far. The trees are massive and ancient-looking, though the entire environment is so dark it's hard to actually tell. Those who made it the deepest report finding an edge to the forest and there being a huge open set of fields before seeing a large castle with walls surrounding it in the distance. Only one person made it back from that team—no one has even been close to the actual castle."

He pulled out a map that someone had sketched. "The Rift opens up right into the forest. The first groups had the most time within to try and look around and explore, but the last few groups that have gone in have reported the creatures are smart enough to set up ambushes near the entrance..." He hesitated. "They move like living shadows. A lot of them are different sizes, but they're all deadly. The personal quests ask us to kill five of them—just five. From what my men tell me, that alone should tell you how dangerous they are."

Pete whistled. "Usually, a cull quest asks for a lot more than that. Even in a common Rift."

"Exactly," Ben said. "The Rift Quest mentions defeating the Leader of the Night that occupies the city, but we haven't even made it halfway there. The reports we've gotten so far show monster level ranges from 28 to 45, just in the forest area."

"If the Rift boss is in the city, it means there are likely higher ones there as well," Rylan said seriously.

Olivia studied the rough sketch and felt that it wouldn’t help much. "What's your current strategy?"

"Well, we don't have enough D-Ranked awakened to even think about closing it. Right now, we just need to establish some way to keep the monsters culled. That way, the Rift won't have the chance to break and cause massive damage here in the city." Ben looked at Olivia's team. "If you can help us set up a sustainable defense strategy, or at the very least kill a handful of the beasts so that it's not at risk of breaking, then we should be able to maintain things even after you leave."

Olivia and Pete nodded before exiting the tent and meeting back up with the rest of their team. They both checked everyone's gear, and as the strongest of the Peacekeepers there, Olivia decided to take point. Rylan would be in the front with them; his massive greatsword and high levels would make him an asset in any fight. The rest of their team comprised a mix of combat and support specialists, mostly made up of peacekeepers who had seen their fair share of Rift combat.

"Remember," Olivia said as she addressed the team, "this isn't about proving anything. We go in, we assess, we work together. If we need to, we retreat out of the Rift and form a new strategy before reentering. No heroes, and no going off solo." Her gaze lingered on Rylan, who raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Jared," she called out to their political liaison, who stood back with Ben and the Commissioner while wringing his hands, "can you get more information out of the teams that have already entered and have a medical team on standby in case we need it?"

"Got it," he said. "Just focus on staying alive in there."

The Commissioner spoke up and thanked them again for putting themselves at risk and helping to prevent such a catastrophe.

Olivia shook her head. "Nothing's been done yet; don't thank us like we've already succeeded," she said. She looked over her team one last time and felt her pulse begin to quicken as they all turned and made their way through the small crowd toward the Rift entrance.