Chapter 143 - 142: What Eyes Don’t Say

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Chapter 143: Chapter 142: What Eyes Don’t Say After a quick meal, Lumberling made his way toward the secluded training cave nestled in the mountains. The moon hung low, casting a cold silver light over the path, but the warmth of recent sparring still lingered in his muscles. He expected silence and solitude, but found neither. Aurelya stood by the entrance, arms crossed. And beside her, cloaked in moonlight and shadow, sat Vaenyra. He slowed, blinking. "Back again, huh?" he asked Aurelya, raising a brow with a hint of a smirk. Aurelya didn’t miss a beat. "Get over yourself. Watching you suffer is practically relaxing." He chuckled softly, but his gaze shifted toward the quiet figure next to her. "Even you, Lady Vaenyra?" Vaenyra didn’t answer. She turned her head slightly. Her long blue hair shimmered faintly in the moonlight, and her silence spoke volumes. Lumberling didn’t press further. He stepped into the cave, lit a torch, and began his regimen. The Ironblood Tempering Scripture was not a gentle art. He gritted his teeth as he struck his limbs with weighted rods, each impact deepening the resonance of his bones. A shallow pool of toxin-rich herbal extract waited at the back of the cave, and he submerged his forearms, letting the slow burn seep into his skin while his qi circulated. Aurelya leaned back against the stone wall, arms still crossed but more relaxed now. "He’s insane," she murmured quietly to Vaenyra. "That training would kill most people." Vaenyra didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze never left Lumberling. "He’s not like most people," she said softly. Aurelya gave her a sidelong glance, one brow lifted. Lumberling could feel their presence behind him. Aurelya’s golden eyes, steady and measuring. And Vaenyra’s... different. He didn’t look, but he felt her. Focused. Attentive. Unspoken. As he adjusted his breathing and began the next cycle, Vaenyra’s voice echoed softly from the entrance. "You train too many methods," she said. "It’s unwise. Most people break from that kind of path." He didn’t turn to face her. "I know." The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable, it was heavy, thoughtful. Aurelya glanced sideways at Vaenyra but said nothing. Vaenyra’s emerald eyes remained on Lumberling, watching the way his muscles tensed and strained, the way the veins in his arms pulsed with unnatural qi flow. He pushed past limits without hesitation. Without fear. Without rest. He wasn’t like the others. She hadn’t come here intending to watch. She told herself it was just curiosity again. But now, her breath felt shallower, her thoughts more restless. That fire inside her, the same one that urged her to become stronger, to rise above expectation was burning hotter. Was it him? Did he influence her too? She wasn’t sure. But every time she watched him, the path forward felt less cold and more hers. Lumberling sat cross-legged now, steam rising from his body, qi swirling in faint currents around him like wisps of unseen wind. He hadn’t said another word. But her presence hadn’t gone unnoticed. And when she turned to leave, just before stepping out of the torchlight’s reach, he opened one eye and met hers. "Thanks for watching," he said, voice quiet but genuine. Vaenyra hesitated. Then gave a nod so small it was almost imperceptible, and disappeared into the night. Aurelya watched her go, then gave Lumberling a sideways glance. "You’re collecting quite the audience," she muttered. But Lumberling was already back to training, though the faintest curve tugged at the corner of his lips. ... The days that followed were quiet, but charged. Vaenyra showed up again. Not always with words. But always in that same silence filled with something unspoken. Thessalia joined their sparring sessions and magic training now and then. And Aurelya, though she’d never admit it, lingered longer than usual after each bout, her banter a little less cutting. Lumberling trained. He bled. He healed. And slowly, so did something else between them all, trust, perhaps. Or the start of it ... Goblin Village - Training Ground As the midday sun filtered through the canopy, a goblin scout came sprinting toward the clearing where Lumberling stood in quiet conversation with Aurelya, Thessalia, and Vaenyra. He halted just a few steps away, then froze. The three elven women turned to face him, their gazes calm but sharp, each radiating a distinct presence. Aurelya’s golden eyes sparkled with mirth; Thessalia’s posture was cool and commanding; Vaenyra’s emerald gaze, unreadable yet magnetic. Even without saying a word, they overwhelmed him. Beads of sweat formed on the scout’s forehead. Lumberling’s voice broke the tension. "What is it? Don’t mind them." The goblin exhaled sharply and bowed. "My Lord," the goblin panted, "the scouts have returned. It’s confirmed, they’re from the Sengolio Empire, carrying the crest of Viscount Gantarel. Over a thousand soldiers with them." ’A thousand?’ Lumberling’s pulse quickened, not with fear, but excitement. He hadn’t devoured essence in some time. His mind had been tempered under the daily strain of Imperial Mindseal Meditation, solid and clear like forged iron. A horde of soldiers meant fresh essence, and if fate allowed, perhaps a few unique skills or memories worth taking. "Good," he said. "Tell the captains to prepare." "Yes, my Lord." The goblin bowed again and rushed off. As the scout vanished into the woods, Lumberling turned back toward the elves with a slight smirk. "Try not to scare my subordinates too much." Aurelya crossed her arms. "Not our fault they have soft spines." Thessalia arched a brow. "He was staring too long." Vaenyra didn’t say anything, but a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Aurelya stretched her arms overhead, golden hair catching the sunlight. "Let’s go finish this quickly. I have training to get back to." Thessalia watched the two with a thoughtful look, then turned toward Lumberling. Her gaze lingered, cool, contemplative... and perhaps a touch possessive. Not jealousy exactly, but awareness. The kind that sparked between warriors who respected each other... and noticed more than they said. Lumberling turned, black armor glinting under the trees, and began walking toward the command post. Behind him, the three elves followed, not just allies, but threads of loyalty, curiosity, and something warmer beginning to tangle between them.

Chapter 143 - 142: What Eyes Don’t Say

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