Ultimate Level 1 - Book 7 - Chapter 340a - Failed Plans

The sound of fists striking the stone wall rang out again and yet in the corridor, no one heard them but the one being stupid and the other watching.

“You’re being foolish again. Our plan hasn’t failed and there is –”

Like a bolt of lightning, the cloaked figure moved, almost quicker than light, their hand grabbing their partner's neck and pressing them against the wall.

“Everything is going wrong! What we planned has not worked out! Now all three are loose and the entire system is looking for us!”

Even though the force would have shattered and killed most, she stood there, uninjured and only a frown, which displayed her displeasure at such a barbaric response.

“I will only warn you once. Take your hands off me or the truth of what we have done will come from my own lips and I will make certain to enjoy watching you suffer.”

Two pairs of eyes, each cold and unwavering, locked before the cloaked figure ripped their hand back from the embrace it had around their partner's throat.

Shaking her head, she frowned.

“When we decided on this path, we knew there were many ways this could go wrong. No one could have seen the direction it has taken and now…” she paused, glancing down the hallway and verifying that no one else was present, “we will continue to watch.  Only when we must will we show our hand. Until then, do not be foolish and attempt to intervene.”

A growl came from under the hood, its material doing what it was designed to do, always keep the face shadowed, unable to be seen or recognized.

“I could squash him like a bug.”

“Yes and then what would happen to every world? How would the other gods react? There will be a time for him to die and it must be by the system's hands.  For us to do anything on our own would risk destroying everything.”

“Bah, old stories that no one can prove are real! Even the old gods say nothing about the prophecies and how destruction is guaranteed! What if it is all a lie and there is power to be gained in killing one of the three?”

The itch that had been there as that same thought had been dealt with many times came, and standing there in the hallway, she slowly nodded.

“Then we wait and ensure that is true.  Acting before such a moment wouldn’t be wise,” she replied with a grin. “You and I both know we can squash Max like a bug whenever we choose. For now, we let the game we have started play out.  Already, one has fallen.”

A chuckle came from under the hood.

“Igarra… she had promise. I cannot fault a woman who rules with such a strong grasp.”

“And yet she is dead. The recording of that fight… it left me… intrigued.”

The sounds of footsteps coming from down the hallway made both of them turn, and each moved apart, not saying another word as they separated.

Walking away, she pulled the hood over her head, eyes sparkling as the memory of that fight between Max and Igarra played again.

He is strong… far stronger than he should be…