Chapter 529: It's her... the person I marked

It didn't take Kyle long, not even a few minutes, to reach a vast, bustling area that was brightly illuminated even at night. He stood above a building and glanced at the myriad of people, each belonging to a different race, conversing or wandering among the numerous buildings scattered haphazardly throughout the area.

The location housed a collection of buildings likely constructed to accommodate individuals participating in the Gladiator Arena who lacked lodging. Kyle's gaze swept the area. He saw several stalls and shops selling various things among the numerous buildings. But he couldn't shake the feeling that despite the lively atmosphere, the air was heavy with tension, as if every person present was vigilantly keeping an eye on their surroundings.

He chuckled and gazed into the distance, away from the bustling area, because while he was on his way here, he felt a significant amount of dark energy spreading across the other half of the Sacred Divine Land, gradually expanding to cover more ground. Also, he sensed many people with a scent similar to the demons he had recently come across on the elven planet.

"I suppose the air is tense because everyone is concerned about a potential attacks from the demons while they rest or sleep. But I wonder how so much dark energy manifested in this place?"

Kyle rubbed his chin and started walking on top of the building with a curious look.

"It's definitely not spreading because of the demons. They are probably utilizing some kind of artifact or array to spread the dark energy and corrupt this land."

He reached the edge of the buildings and wanted to jump towards another in the distance, but he halted when some powerful presences, which he was sure were of supreme rank or even higher, scanned his body for a second or two before vanishing into thin air.

Kyle's expression chilled, and he clenched his fists. He had sensed many powerful presences even before entering this place, but he didn't expect them to scrutinize every individual who entered the area to ensure they are not aligned with the dark side.

It's fortunate that his bloodline is in his mind space; otherwise, things could have taken a bad turn for him.

He let out a breath and jumped down from the building to blend into the crowd, aiming to avoid a repeat of the situation as he truly disliked being scanned by others.

After wandering through the crowd for a while, Kyle arrived at the area mostly occupied by elves, and his gaze finally settled on a familiar insignia — a graceful tree with intricate branches and leaves. He had encountered this exact insignia before, sketched on the attire of many elves on the elven planet. Kyle observed the group of elves, all of whom had an identical tree symbol on their attire, almost as if signifying their shared origin from a particular planet.

He covered his hair completely that was peeking out from the hoodie and closed his eyes to accurately pinpoint the location of the person he had marked. His eyes lit up because it wasn't far; it was very near. As Kyle moved through the crowd of elves, he approached a distant building where he noticed many elves with the same tree insignia on their clothes.

However, he stopped outside the building and furrowed his brows because he sensed some supreme-rank individuals inside. But after seeing a few demi-humans entering the same building, he followed suit and slipped in with them.

The ambiance inside the building was completely different from outside, and as soon as Kyle stepped in, his nose twitched at the delightful aromas of food wafting through the air.

He surveyed the area and noticed that the ground floor was filled with numerous wooden tables surrounded by chairs, where many elven men and women were actively taking orders and serving food and drinks to the people seated on the chairs.

"Would you look at this? They are having a great time here even though the demons are just around the corner."

He mumbled under his breath with a snicker as he weaved through the tables, but he quickly fell silent when an elderly elf at a far-off table shot him a sharp look.

Kyle's eyebrow twitched as he eyed the elderly elf who stroked his white beard and gracefully sipped the drink from the glass before him. However, even though the old geezer had averted his gaze, Kyle could keenly feel the latter's attention on him.

'Darn, can't he think I'm also here to eat? I never thought a supreme-rank person needs to eat too. Just why is he sitting with a bunch of youngsters-!'

His thoughts abruptly halted as his eyes unconsciously swept across the round table where the old elf was seated, only to pause at a particular face. It was an elven woman in a robe, and just like everyone else around the table, her white robe also bore a familiar insignia of a graceful tree.

Kyle's gaze lingered on the locks of long honey-colored hair cascading down her shoulders before settling on her amber eyes, which glowed warmly in the dimly lit atmosphere. His heart, which had remained silent for as long as he could remember, suddenly skipped a beat, and even though it was faint, he vividly sensed it when it quickened its pace.

He only realized he had been staring at the woman's face too intensely when the old elf, who had shot him a sharp look earlier, cleared his throat loudly and emphatically slammed his glass on the table.

Kyle jolted and instinctively spun around when he felt the old elf's eyes boring holes into his head. He could sense, even from afar, that the old man would surely gouge out his eyes if he stared a bit longer at the woman who was clearly among the people under the old man's protection.

Kyle blinked, once, twice, and a few faint images flashed through his head, but no matter how much he tried, he wasn't able to grasp them. In the end, he just let out a long breath and calmed his restless heart that had stirred just after seeing another face. He quietly muttered under his breath.

"It's her... the person I marked."