Rise of The Abandoned Husband

The sun was setting over Jade Moon Villa as Frederick Cohen and I sat facing each other in my private study. Outside the window, Cinderfall City sprawled beneath us, its buildings catching the last golden rays of sunlight. Frederick looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes and a nervous energy that kept his hands in constant motion.

"They almost caught me three times," he said, running fingers through his disheveled hair. "The last time was the closest. Four of them cornered me in an alley near the eastern district."

I poured him another cup of tea, studying the barely healed wound on his forearm. "But you got away."

"Barely." His mouth twisted into a grim smile. "Two wore black robes, two wore gold. I'd never seen the gold-robed ones before."

"Elite hunters," I explained. "The Veridia City Martial Guild only deploys them for high-value targets."

Frederick's laugh was hollow. "Should I be flattered?"

"You should be terrified," I replied honestly. "Few escape them once they're marked."

I wasn't exaggerating. The gold-robed hunters were legendary for their ruthless efficiency. That Frederick had escaped them at all was remarkable.

"How did you manage it?" I asked.

Frederick's eyes darkened. "I killed them. All four." He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a jagged scar running from wrist to elbow. "The last one gave me this before I took his head."

I nodded silently, remembering my own narrow escape from the Immortal Bane Sect. Death followed both of us now, like shadows we couldn't shake.

"You've come a long way from the eager young fighter I met at the Celestial Apothecary Guild," I observed.

His expression hardened. "I had to. They took everything from me – my position, my family's safety. My father is in hiding now because of my association with you and Pavilion Master Valerius."

Guilt twisted in my chest. "I never meant to drag you into this."

"I chose my path," he countered firmly. "Just like you chose yours when you decided to save Isabelle."

The mention of her name sent a familiar ache through me. Our failed rescue attempt at the academy had cost us dearly. Frederick had barely escaped with his life, and I'd been forced to retreat when faced with power far beyond my expectations.

"Speaking of choices," I said, standing up. "The academy enrollment period ends tomorrow. If we're going to maintain our cover, we need to complete the registration."

Frederick nodded, finishing his tea. "Back to Veridia City, then."

"For now," I agreed. "But first, there's someone I need you to meet."

---

The training grounds of Jade Moon Villa echoed with the sounds of clashing weapons and shouted commands. At the center of it all stood Phoebe Reeves, her silver hair gleaming as she demonstrated a complex sword technique to a group of wide-eyed disciples.

"Perfect your basics before attempting this move," she instructed, her blade dancing through the air. "Power comes from proper foundation, not flashy techniques."

I waited at the edge of the training field until she dismissed her students. When she spotted us, her severe expression softened slightly.

"Knight," she acknowledged with a nod. "I see you've brought a friend."

"Phoebe Reeves, meet Frederick Cohen," I said. "He's been instrumental in our efforts against the Veridia City Martial Guild."

Frederick bowed respectfully. "Master Reeves. Your reputation precedes you."

"As does yours," she replied, assessing him with a warrior's eye. "I heard about your escape from the gold-robed hunters. Impressive."

The three of us moved to a private courtyard where we could speak freely. Phoebe poured us each a cup of wine from a stone pitcher.

"What's the plan?" she asked directly, never one for small talk.

I leaned forward. "We're returning to Veridia City tomorrow. The Guild is planning something big involving Isabelle, and we have limited time to stop it."

Phoebe's expression grew serious. "You're walking into a trap. You know that, right?"

"Probably," I admitted. "But I don't have a choice."

She sighed, reaching for something wrapped in cloth beside her. "Then you'll need every advantage you can get."

The cloth fell away, revealing a familiar weapon that made Frederick gasp audibly. The Prajna Ruler gleamed in the fading light, its ancient runes pulsing with barely contained power.

"Is that..." Frederick whispered.

"A Martial Saint Weapon," Phoebe confirmed. "One of the few in existence outside the control of the major powers."

I shook my head. "Phoebe, I can't take this with me. It's too risky. If I'm captured with a Martial Saint Weapon..."

"I'm not offering it to you," she interrupted. "You're leaving it here."

I blinked in confusion. "What?"

"The moment you challenge the Guild directly, they'll strike at everything you value," she explained. "Including Jade Moon Villa. Your disciples need protection while you're gone."

The realization of what she was suggesting hit me like a physical blow. "You want to use it to defend the villa."

She nodded grimly. "I've reached the limit of my personal power. Without this, I can't guarantee the safety of your people against Martial Saint level threats."

Frederick looked between us. "You believe they'll send someone that powerful? Here?"

"I don't just believe it," I said quietly. "I know it. The Guild has at least one Martial Saint, possibly more."

Phoebe's eyes widened. "You've confirmed this?"

"I felt it," I admitted. "During our attempt to infiltrate the Serpent's Veil. There was a presence... something ancient and overwhelmingly powerful. It wasn't actively hunting us, but I sensed it watching."

Frederick shuddered visibly. "You never mentioned this."

"Because I wasn't certain until now," I replied. "But the pieces fit. The Guild's confidence, their control over a Mystic Realm like the Serpent's Veil... they must have Martial Saint backing."

The implications hung heavy in the air between us. Martial Saints were more than just powerful cultivators – they were forces of nature, capable of reshaping landscapes and destroying entire cities. If the Guild commanded such power, our odds of success were vanishingly small.

Phoebe reached for the Prajna Ruler, her fingers hovering just above its surface. "Can I control it?" she asked bluntly.

"It will recognize your intent," I assured her. "The weapon chooses its wielder based on resonance, not just power. Your desire to protect matches its purpose."

With a solemn nod, she grasped the handle. For a breathless moment, nothing happened. Then the runes flared brilliantly, casting her face in golden light before settling into a steady glow.

"It accepts me," she murmured, wonder in her voice.

I placed my hand over hers. "Protect our people, Phoebe. No matter what happens in Veridia City, Jade Moon Villa must endure."

She met my gaze with fierce determination. "With my life," she promised.

---

Dinner that night was a subdued affair. Frederick, Phoebe, and I shared a simple meal in my private quarters, discussing strategies and contingencies for the days ahead.

"The library entrance is too heavily guarded now," Frederick said, pushing rice around his bowl. "After our last attempt, they've tripled security."

"What about the arena access point?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Even worse. They've installed some kind of energy barrier that detects unauthorized signatures."

Phoebe frowned. "There must be another way in."

"Mariana mentioned that the serpent has more than one head," I mused. "We've identified two entrances so far..."

"There has to be a third," Frederick concluded. "Something we've overlooked."

He winced suddenly, his hand going to his side. I noticed the movement instantly.

"You're injured elsewhere," I stated. "Not just your arm."

Frederick hesitated before lifting his shirt to reveal an ugly, purple-black wound along his ribs. "One of the gold-robes had a poisoned blade. I've been treating it with antidotes, but..."

I moved to his side immediately, placing my palm over the wound. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

"We have bigger problems," he muttered.

Channeling my energy into the injury, I could feel the poison still circulating through his system. It was sophisticated – designed not to kill quickly but to weaken gradually, ensuring the target couldn't flee far.

"This isn't just any poison," I said grimly. "It's Nightshade Extract, enhanced with spirit energy. The Guild's signature."

Phoebe's expression darkened. "Can you neutralize it?"

"I can," I confirmed, already drawing the poison toward my palm. "But the fact that they used this specific toxin tells me something important."

Frederick gritted his teeth as the poison began to flow out of his wound. "What's that?"

"They want you alive," I explained. "This poison is meant to incapacitate, not kill. They're saving that pleasure for interrogation."

The implications weren't lost on any of us. The Guild wanted information – about our plans, about our allies, and most importantly, about Isabelle.

As the last of the poison collected in a dark sphere above my palm, I compressed it into inertness and disposed of it. Frederick's color immediately improved.

"Thank you," he said, breathing more easily. "I've been fighting that for days."

"You should have told me immediately," I chided. "Pride has no place between allies."

He nodded sheepishly. "Noted."

Phoebe stood, gathering our dishes. "You both need rest before tomorrow's journey. I'll have supplies prepared by dawn."

After she left, Frederick and I moved to the balcony overlooking the city. The night was clear, stars scattered across the sky like diamonds on black velvet.

"Do you really think we can save her?" Frederick asked quietly.

I didn't answer immediately. The question had haunted me for months, growing heavier with each failed attempt. Isabelle was being held by one of the most powerful organizations in the world, likely guarded by experts beyond our current abilities to defeat.

"We have to," I finally said. "Not just for her sake, but for what she represents."

Frederick raised an eyebrow. "Which is?"

"Everything they want to control," I explained. "Her bloodline contains power they're desperate to harness. If they succeed, the balance of power will shift irrevocably in their favor."

"And if we fail?"

I turned to look at him directly. "Then we die trying. Because the alternative – living in a world where they've won – isn't an option."

Frederick held my gaze for a long moment before nodding. "For what it's worth, I believe you'll find a way. You always do."

His faith was touching, if possibly misplaced. My record of victories lately had been decidedly mixed.

"Get some sleep," I told him. "Tomorrow begins the final phase."

---

While Frederick rested, I remained on the balcony, turning over possibilities in my mind. There had to be a third entrance to the Serpent's Veil – one that even the Guild might not actively guard because of its difficulty or obscurity.

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft chime from my communication talisman. Only three people possessed the matching talismans needed to contact me this way: Mariana Valerius, Jackson Harding, and Clara Vance.

The glowing symbol indicated it was Clara. I activated the talisman, and her voice filled my mind.

"Liam? Are you there?"

"I'm here, Clara. Is everything alright?"

There was a pause. "I found something. Something important about the mask."

My interest sharpened. The mysterious mask Clara had discovered months ago had proven to be an artifact of immense power, though its purpose remained unclear. The fact that only she could wield it suggested a connection to her unique dark energy body.

"What is it?" I prompted.

"It's showing me things," she whispered. "Places. People. I think... I think it's showing me the Serpent's Veil."

My heart raced. "Clara, are you certain?"

"There's a chamber with a pool of glowing liquid. A woman floating in it, connected to tubes and talismans. She has golden hair."

Isabelle. It had to be.

"What else do you see?" I asked urgently.

"A door. Not like the others. It's hidden behind a waterfall, in some kind of underground garden. The mask keeps showing me this door."

A third entrance. It had to be.

"Clara, this is incredibly important. Can you describe exactly where this door is located?"

"I can do better," she replied. "I can show you. The mask... it wants me to go there."

Alarm shot through me. "Absolutely not. It's too dangerous."

"The mask will protect me," she insisted with childlike certainty. "It always does."

"Clara, listen to me. The Veridia City Martial Guild would kill to possess that mask. If they captured you—"

"They can't see me when I wear it," she interrupted. "I become like a shadow. That's how I've been watching them."

This was news to me. "You've been spying on the Guild? For how long?"

"Since you told me about Isabelle," she admitted. "I wanted to help."

I closed my eyes, torn between gratitude for this unexpected intelligence and fear for her safety. Clara was still just a girl, despite her unique abilities and connection to the mysterious mask.

"Meet me in Veridia City," I decided finally. "But don't approach the Guild or the academy until I'm with you. Promise me."

"I promise," she agreed readily. "I'll wait for you at our usual spot."

After the communication ended, I remained on the balcony, my mind racing with new possibilities. If Clara's mask truly revealed a third entrance to the Serpent's Veil – one unknown even to the Guild – we might have a genuine chance at rescuing Isabelle.

But the mask itself troubled me. Its origins were shrouded in mystery, and its growing influence over Clara couldn't be ignored. The power it granted her came at an unknown price.

Whatever that price was, I feared we'd all be paying it soon enough.

---

Dawn found Frederick and me on the road back to Veridia City, traveling light and fast. We'd left Jade Moon Villa in Phoebe's capable hands, the Prajna Ruler providing her with power that would hopefully deter even Martial Saint level threats.

As we crested a hill overlooking the sprawling expanse of Veridia City, I felt a familiar sense of foreboding. Somewhere within those walls, Isabelle waited, possibly with only days or hours remaining before the Guild's ritual.

"We should split up at the gates," Frederick suggested. "I'll head directly to the academy to complete our registration while you meet with Clara."

I nodded. "Be careful. After your escape, they'll be watching for you."

"I'll use the eastern gate disguise," he assured me. "The one Pavilion Master Valerius prepared."

We parted ways at the city entrance, Frederick slipping into the crowd with practiced ease while I took a more circuitous route to my meeting with Clara.

The "usual spot" was a small teahouse in the artisans' quarter, run by an old couple with no interest in politics or power struggles. I arrived early, selecting a corner table with a clear view of both entrances.

Clara appeared precisely on time, wearing a simple blue dress that made her look like any other young girl in the city. Only the slight shimmer of dark energy around her betrayed her unique nature.

"Liam!" she exclaimed, sliding into the seat across from me. "I was worried you wouldn't come."

I smiled despite my concerns. "I always keep my promises, Clara."

She glanced around nervously before reaching into her bag. "I brought it," she whispered, partially revealing the edge of the mask before quickly covering it again.

"Careful," I warned. "We don't know who might be watching."

She nodded seriously. "The mask told me the same thing. It's been... talking to me more lately."

This admission sent a chill down my spine. "Talking? In what way?"

"Not with words exactly," she explained, struggling to articulate the experience. "More like... feelings and images. It shows me things and helps me understand them."

I studied her carefully, looking for signs of corruption or influence. Her eyes were clear, her manner the same mix of childish enthusiasm and uncanny wisdom I'd grown accustomed to. Whatever the mask's influence, it hadn't obviously changed her fundamental nature.

"Can you show me what you saw?" I asked. "About the third entrance?"

Clara closed her eyes, concentrating. "I need to touch the mask."

Glancing around to ensure no one was watching, I nodded. She slipped her hand into her bag, and immediately her expression changed. Her eyes flew open, but they were different now – darker, with an ancient quality that didn't belong on a child's face.

"The Garden of Eternal Twilight," she said, her voice taking on a resonant quality. "Created by the third Martial Saint of the Veridia City Martial