Chapter 2397 Intruder
Chapter 2397 Intruder
Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm realm, Seed World, Living Section "Where are we going next?" Dredre asked lazily, her tiny voice muffled as she nestled deeper into Wyatt's hair.
"We're going to check on Corey. I promised to help her get stronger," Wyatt replied, deciding to fly to Corey's floating forest island instead of asking Ceed to teleport him there.
"No, silly," Dredre said, rolling around like a playful puppy in the strands of his hair, clearly enjoying herself. She made a small, contented hum as she covered herself in his familiar fragrance. "I meant our next adventure."
Wyatt blinked in surprise, momentarily stunned. This was the first time Dredre had willingly expressed a desire to tag along with him since becoming his exclusive book guide. She had been cooped up in the seed world ever since Bloodette's dungeon seal had scared her off.
Her sudden enthusiasm caught him off guard, and he paused to consider her question. Where should he take her? His plans for the upcoming days included visiting the Card World and the Red Alps. But given the state of the Red Alps planet, it was far too depressing and somewhat dangerous for Dredre's first outing. That settled it—Card World it would be.
Just as he was about to answer her, Wyatt received a mental transmission from Dalie, 'Wyatt, I caught an intruder. He's from your home world. He introduced himself as Henricks and claimed to know you and the Field Marshal.'
Wyatt's eyes narrowed slightly. His tone was curt as he mentally replied, 'Say no more. I'm on my way.'
Turning his attention back to Dredre atop his head, Wyatt answered, "For now, let's head to the surface of Lil. Red Storm Realm."
"Dalie's realm, huh?" Dredre said, her wings giving a small flutter of excitement. "I guess it'll make a perfect destination for my first adventure!"
Before Wyatt could say anything else, the duo was teleported directly to Dalie's side on the surface of Lil. Red Storm Realm. As they materialized, Wyatt's lips twitched into an amused smile. He couldn't help but wonder what dictionary Dredre had been using to define the word "adventure"—it seemed to hold a completely different meaning for her than it did for him. Considering how reclusive modern-day pixies were, it wasn't surprising that even visiting the surface of Lil. Red Storm Realm would feel like a grand adventure to Dredre.
"Well, what do we have here?" Wyatt muttered as his eyes landed on a bloodied Henricks. Bloodied was putting it lightly—barely clinging to life was a more accurate description. The man could barely muster the strength to open his eyes and meet Wyatt's gaze.
Wyatt frowned, his surprise evident. He hadn't expected Dalie to be so ruthless. However, she quickly explained, "He tried to escape with some weird space ability when I caught him snooping around. I locked the space to stop him—he would've died, but he barely managed to cling to life."
Wyatt raised a brow, glancing at the pitiful state Henricks was in. Without a word, he pulled a few high-rank blood elixirs from his storage space and tossed them to the wounded man. "Here, fix yourself up."
Henricks caught the elixirs with trembling hands, gratitude flashing in his weary eyes. Despite being a Space-type demigod, his impoverished state was glaringly obvious—so much so that he didn't even have a single elixir on hand to heal himself. Wyatt couldn't help but think how pathetic the Freedom Fighters of this timeline had become. Their downfall had started the moment they decided to steal from him.
"Thank you," Henricks croaked once he had regrown most of his jaw and could speak again. He used two of the elixirs to heal himself and tucked the remaining ones away for later, letting his demigod realm's natural healing take care of the rest of his injuries. Wyatt noticed but chose to ignore it.
As he watched Henricks, Wyatt couldn't help but think of how far the man had fallen. Henricks, the leader of an organization meant to help Aba Windsor reshape five regions of the Card World, was now a broken man—a prime example of how one bad decision could destroy everything.
"Don't mention it," Wyatt said flatly, his tone cool and direct. "Why are you back here? Were you spying on us?"
"No," Henricks said, shaking his head weakly. His voice carried an edge of despair, his desperation seeping through every word. "I came here to find the Field Marshal. Please, call her—I have something urgent to discuss."
Henricks' eyes were hollow, yet the urgency in them was impossible to ignore. Whatever had brought him here, it was clear he was at the end of his rope.
Wyatt's expression hardened as he realized something serious must have happened to bring Henricks to this point. Considering Henricks had once been a proud Field Marshal with countless military achievements under his belt, Wyatt knew this wasn't about his life. It had to be about something even more important to him—his organization, the Freedom Fighters. Wyatt immediately suspected the World Leaders had finally decided to act against them.
But why now?
"Did the World Leaders finally make their move?" Wyatt asked, skipping over the details. He didn't bother calling the Field Marshal, knowing she was occupied with her retreat in the Inter-realm city.
Henricks' bloodied face twisted with anger at Wyatt's words. "World Leaders? Warmongering bandits is what they are! Those assholes—" He cut himself off, taking a deep, shaky breath as he clenched his fists. "Forget it. Just… please call the Field Marshal."
Wyatt studied Henricks for a moment. The man's desperation was written all over him—his clenched jaw, trembling hands, and the sheer weariness in his voice. Yet, Wyatt couldn't oblige him just yet.
"I'm sorry, that's not possible," Wyatt said, his tone firm but not unkind. "She's in a retreat, honing her skills. But tell me what you need to relay to her. If it's urgent, I'll call her myself."