Mystic Messenger Routes Novels & Stories

"I am never tired of seeing this grandeur every time I was sent to accompany the Westerners to the East," I fell into silence. I stared at Emissary Mason, thinking about what he had said. He was a representative of the West when it came to negotiations with the East, he should know best when it comes to its routes and paths. "Emissary Mason, if you don't mind, can you teach me more about the map? The map that leads to the outside of the West," He fondly took a glance at Alpha Knight's direction. "We should ask the prince,"

world of Metro City’s past. "Jasper, lead the way," Kora whispered. Jasper Rex stepped forward, his eyes fixed on a holographic projection of the city’s subterranean architecture. "Ghost Station 09 is three kilometers to the north. We’ll use the old pneumatic mail tubes for the first kilometer—they’re too small for the mercenaries, but we can crawl through them."

"So far, we've narrowed down the list to those who show sympathy to the enemy and telepaths. Be honest, Nia. Have you helped Nyxie?" Nia crossed her arms. "No one is worth the death penalty that treason brings. Fuck that noise!" Zeus and Hera stared at her, Hera nodding after a moment. "She's clean." Astrania thanked the heavens that her telepathy was so finely trained to the point of subtle psychic seeding; aka "I thought it, therefore it's my idea." She sat in a chair and waited as Zeus and Hera studied the strategies she had brought. 'Nyx, they're getting suspicious. I might not be able to help much more. I'm going to limit my telepathic communication with you. I'll just say the letter of

"A few weeks ago, he sent his messenger on a strange errand. To deliver a mysterious scroll that he sealed in my very presence with his Red Seal." My eyebrows perked up. "He used his Red Seal? It must have been of dire importance," I thought aloud. "Exactly what I thought too. It was in fact such a delicate matter that he asked me to escort his scrawny messenger to make sure it was delivered safely." "Where were you told to deliver it to?" I asked. "The Blue Leaks Tunnel." Goosebumps appeared on my skin and hairs rose up on my neck at the sound of that name.

“When’s the shipment leaving?” “Tomorrow night.” “Quantity?” “Three hundred units with extra ammunition.” I leaned back slightly. “Theo will brief you on the new route. You can go.” “Understood, boss.” Rio left immediately. I tapped my fingers lightly against the desk. “What was the last route?” “Bishop’s Waltham,” Theo answered. “Use Romsey Road this time.” Theo nodded. “Alright.” Changing routes constantly reduced the risk of exposure. One mistake could destroy everything.

His eyes narrowed. I looked at Kaeron. “The old throne road. Can it reach Graymere?” Kaeron considered. “Not directly. But there are broken ways. Dangerous ones.” Ben sighed. “There it is. The family motto.” Althea leaned over the map. “You need messengers Damien cannot easily stop.” “Dead lights?” I asked. Kaeron shook his head. “Too far without anchors.” Riven looked up. “Sanctuary wolves.” Everyone turned to him again. He swallowed.

Kael continues. Cassian bows once at his side of the wall archives. Older routes for couriers go back before Council routing systems are established. Deren strikes up a hushed conversation near the door. “If it gets to the borders of the south, I can propel it through partial network chains.” There is no expression on Milrac's face next to me. There are “too many interception points,” he says. “But possible,” Cassian replies calmly. And maybe possible equals enough. Finally, we put all it together neatly across the table:

Philip looked solemn and asked, “What kind of place is this Mystic City? Even the Imperial Preceptor has to be wary.” Reed sighed, smoked a cigarette that smelled quite choking, and said, “Do you know the legend of Hanger Pass?” Philip was taken aback, but he said with a nod, “Yes, it’s said that a sage exited Hanger Pass and caused a purple mist that spread over 3,000 miles. What’s the connection between this legend and Mystic City?” Reed replied, “That isn’t just a legend. The sage has received verification. He once left his seal and famous words on the stargate of Cochly Mountain.”