Novel Full Chapter 449:Secret Mission
Chapter 449:Secret Mission
An hour later, the iron door to the underground chamber opened once again.
The air inside was still cold, and the suppression runes carved across the walls and floor continued to glow steadily. The demon girl remained chained to the central pillar, her head lowered. This time, however, her breathing was more stable.
Ethan and Amber stepped inside together.
As the door shut behind them, the faint sound of locking mechanisms echoed through the chamber.
The demon girl’s fingers twitched.
Slowly, her eyelids lifted.
Her dark pupils focused, and for a brief second confusion flickered across her face. Then memory returned, and her jaw tightened.
Ethan stood calmly a few steps away.
Amber remained slightly behind him, watching carefully.
The Soul Stamp embedded within her stirred. A faint pulse of light flickered deep within her eyes.
Ethan spoke first.
“What is your name?”
She instinctively tried to remain silent.
The seal tightened.
A sharp tremor passed through her body. Her shoulders shook against the chains.
Her breathing hitched.
Her lips parted again, this time without resistance.
“…Kassandra,” she said hoarsely.
Amber’s gaze sharpened slightly.
Ethan did not show surprise.
“Kassandra,” he repeated calmly. “What is your identity?”
Her brows furrowed. She tried to clench her teeth, but the invisible pressure inside her mind increased. Pain flashed across her face.
“I… was trained…” she struggled.
The seal pulsed again.
“…I was trained as an assassin under the Goddess of Darkness.”
Amber narrowed her eyes.
“You carry her blessing, right?”
Kassandra nodded weakly.
“Yes. I have the blessing of the Goddess of Darkness.”
Her voice no longer carried the same defiance. It was not obedience, but the seal prevented her from resisting the truth.
Amber stepped closer and asked firmly,
“What was your mission?”
Kassandra’s breathing grew uneven again. The Soul Stamp glowed faintly beneath her skin.
“To assist the demon forces,” she answered.
Amber crossed her arms.
“Assist how?”
Kassandra closed her eyes briefly, but the seal forced clarity into her thoughts.
“To eliminate key human commanders. To create chaos behind the front lines. To weaken defensive strongholds and allow demons to advance.”
Her voice grew slightly steadier as she continued, as if compelled to empty everything inside her.
“The demons have sacrificed many blessings to Her… to the Goddess,” she added.
Amber frowned.
“Sacrificed blessings?”
Kassandra nodded slowly.
“The demon clans offered accumulated faith, divine fragments, and corrupted altars. In return… the Goddess of Darkness granted limited support.”
Ethan’s expression remained unreadable.
“And you were sent as support. Are you the only one?”
“Yes,” she said quietly at first.
Ethan and Amber exchanged a brief look.
Ethan had expected a hidden cult or some twisted underground organization. Instead, this involved an Orthodox God. The Goddess of Darkness, though feared and known for cruelty in some regions, was still recognized as part of an established divine order in other lands.
That made the situation far more complicated.
Amber stepped forward again.
“What is the scale of this involvement? Are there more like you?”
Kassandra’s body stiffened.
The seal flared faintly.
“There are… others,” she admitted reluctantly. “Not many. We operate separately.”
“Where?” Ethan asked.
“Across multiple fronts,” she replied without hesitation. “Wherever demon forces face resistance, the assassins hidden in the shadows would act.”
Amber’s expression darkened.
This was no longer a simple battlefield conflict. This was a silent war happening behind the visible one.
Ethan’s tone remained calm.
“Does the Goddess of Darkness know you have been captured?”
Kassandra’s eyes flickered slightly.
The seal activated again.
“I can’t say,” she answered.
The pressure in the chamber felt heavier.
Ethan stepped back slowly, folding his arms.
“This situation is beyond my jurisdiction,” he said in a low voice.
Amber nodded.
“Yes. This is no longer only about demons and empires.”
She turned slightly toward him.
“I will compile the files and send them to the Centre immediately. This is valuable intelligence. It might change many things.”
Ethan gave a small nod.
“Do it quietly. If word spreads too early, panic will follow.”
Amber agreed.
She then looked back at Kassandra, who now seemed drained, her eyes half closed under the constant pressure of the seal.
“Keep her alive,” Amber said. “We may need more.”
Ethan replied calmly, “The seal will prevent suicide or outside interference. For now, she is safer here than anywhere else.”
…..
Far beyond the shattered mountains near Frostvele, deep inside a cavern carved beneath towering black stone cliffs, a heavy silence filled the air.
Torches burning with dark violet flames lined the massive hall. Their fire did not flicker like normal flames. Instead, they burned steadily, casting long twisted shadows across the jagged walls. The ceiling rose high above like the ribs of some ancient beast, and demonic banners hung from iron hooks, stained with blood and ash from countless battles.
At the center of the hall stood a circular stone platform carved with ancient runes. The runes pulsed faintly with dark energy, giving off a low hum that echoed in the quiet chamber. Several high ranking demon commanders gathered around it. Their expressions were grim, and none of them spoke at first.
A wounded messenger knelt before them, trembling.
His armor was cracked, and dried blood covered one side of his face. He kept his head lowered, not daring to look up.
“My Lords… the Frostvele offensive has failed.”
The words echoed clearly through the chamber.
One of the larger demons, whose horns curved backward like sharpened blades, slammed his clawed hand onto the stone table.
The impact cracked the surface slightly.
“Failed?” he roared. “Explain yourself!”
The messenger swallowed hard. His shoulders shook.
“The Belphegor unit was destroyed. Herios and Kiea… are dead.”
The hall fell completely silent.
Several demons stiffened. A few clenched their jaws, and one dug his claws into the stone floor without realizing it.
Another commander stepped forward slowly, his eyes glowing faint red.
“And the assassin?”
The messenger lowered his head further.
“Captured.”
A wave of killing intent burst through the chamber instantly. The torches flickered violently under the pressure.
“Captured?” one of them snarled, his voice low and dangerous. “By whom?”
The answer came with hesitation.
“By Count Ethan of Frostvele.”