CHAPTER 300: CHAPTER 299-SO MUCH POWER.

"Normally, no person has the right to see and know about this than the ones in the top"

Lyx added to which Azrail understood, cause all this information here would make anyone salivate just to get to know about it.

"The All-realm is a full-on board of data flow, everyone seems to slip up in here and give the opening needed to get the right kind of information here, inhibitions are lowered, and it’s easier to move and access things undetected, making it a prime place for info, especially whenever everyone mingle"

Azrail, taking in the words, spoke.

"You must have a large amount of retained members just on the highly valued young masters, with big lips"

"Puff"

A small laugh let Lyx at Azrail’s words, she nodded her head as she continued.

"You are right, that is indeed the case, they seemed the easiest to move around here, especially when a lot of them move around here in secret, trying to either get more power, or trying to do things which they can’t back in reality"

Azrail smiled at it, his own memories filling with the times back in his first life, he would use to get the info in the same way, hiring some good-looking girl and getting them cosy to get what he wanted was the norm for Azrail, thus his eyes flashed with a certain tint as he asked.

"What about the ones sent to create conflicts and breed chaos at the right moment?"

His words hitting a hidden mark as Azrail sensed Lyx tense for just a fraction of a second, after which she replied without a pause.

"Those are even more essential and only the best of the best are added to those sectors, ones that can not only take in information but also use that at the right moment to incite the perfect trouble, are very valued and kept highly protected and rewarded"

Azrail only replied by nodding his head, already understanding that, cause doing that is only for the highly trained, because a single slip up, a single case where the person feels they are being manipulated and then all hell will go loose in the worst way, trace it back here and a lot of compensation will have to be given to make it all go away.

’She is more hesitant to talk about that section here, looks like that needs a deeper dig’

As Azrail took in those thoughts, he focused back on something else, his mind playing through the information he had on Lyx, as her direct disciple, Azrail knew a lot about this ambiguous figure with this mask, and that’s why Azrail would have to be careful with his reactions and actions with her.

’She is dangerous’

Warming up to those thoughts Azrail taking his eyes from the data center looked towards Lyx, several plans at his disposal as he spoke.

"This is something amazing indeed"

Lyx tilted her head, the faintest rustle of fabric sounding as she shifted closer to him. "Admiration without intent is rare."

Her tone was neither accusation nor praise—it was fact.

Azrail didn’t deny it. Instead, he leaned further onto the railing, gazing down at the streams of movement below—the endless figures, documents vanishing.

"This isn’t just elegance, Lyx," Azrail said slowly, his voice thoughtful. "This is the very lifeblood of Oblivion’s Embrace. Without your master’s faction, Thanatos would be blind, deaf, and naked to the world. It seems to me... the ’cleaner’ is the one holding the knife to his throat."

At that, Lyx laughed softly.

"Careful. Words like those are dangerous."

Azrail smirked, turning to meet her gaze head-on. "Danger is something I like."

For a long moment, the two of them locked eyes—his sharp, probing gaze against her—until finally, Lyx shifted the subject, perhaps unwilling to linger too long on Azrail’s pointed remark.

"You’ve seen the surface," she said, gesturing at the flowing hall below. "But you must understand, this is only the face. The foundation beneath is much more elaborate."

She raised her hand, and another display shimmered into existence before them. Unlike the previous wide hall, this was a layered pyramid of structures, each tier glowing faintly with text and marks.

"At the lowest level, you have the common operatives," Lyx explained. "They are the shadows no one notices—record-keepers, informants, handlers of messages. Many appear as simple workers within the halls, but in truth, their eyes and ears are trained to notice every slip of the tongue, every small misstep. They are countless and easily replaced, but even they can topple kingdoms with the right whisper delivered at the right time."

Azrail nodded, his sharp gaze flickering with understanding. "The ants that form the nest. Too many to crush without losing yourself."

"Exactly," Lyx said, her voice smooth. "Above them are the Veil Watchers. They are responsible for processing the flood of information, classifying it, and deciding whether it is worth saving. Most never see the Watchers—only their decisions, written and passed along. It is their hand that silences names, erases truths, and chooses what survives. They are the silent judges of memory."

Azrail’s lips curved slightly. "A dangerous power... to decide what is remembered and what is forgotten."

Lyx inclined her head. "And more dangerous still are the Whisper Blades. These are the ones you mentioned before—the infiltrators, the agents planted as seeds in foreign soil, sleepers who live lifetimes under false names until the moment comes to strike. Their task is not only to collect information but to bend it, twist it, and weaponise it. A Whisper Blade can ruin empires with nothing but words."

As she spoke, her tone carried a subtle weight, one that Azrail noticed. There was a respect there, maybe even fear.

"And above them?" Azrail prompted.

"The Obscura," Lyx answered softly. "They are the unseen. Even most of our members never know their faces, their names. They are the true masters of manipulation—the ones who weave webs so vast that even kings and sect lords find themselves entangled. They do not merely react to events; they orchestrate them. When a sect mysteriously crumbles, when alliances collapse from within, when rebellions ignite without warning... it is often the Obscura’s hand guiding it."

Azrail’s smile widened as he listened, the glimmer in his eyes betraying both intrigue and calculation. "And your master, Seraphel Ignasius... she sits above all these divisions."

Lyx’s voice dropped lower.

"Yes, master Seraphel is the Pillar of Silence. She holds dominion over every thread of shadow and whisper within Oblivion’s Embrace. To Thanatos, she is the one who keeps his house clean, but to us—" Lyx’s voice grew firmer, "—she is the hand that holds the real strings. Without her, the rest would collapse into chaos."

Azrail let the silence linger after her words, studying her closely. The faint tension in her shoulders, the subtle edge in her tone—it told him much.

"She doesn’t merely ’clean,’" he said finally. "She’s built a kingdom beneath Thanatos’ feet. And he doesn’t even realise it."

Lyx didn’t answer, though the faintest smile ghosted her lips.

The two of them walked further, the grand hall now fading as they entered another sector. Here, the atmosphere grew darker, quieter, as though sound itself feared to exist. A dozen doors lined the path, each one marked with an insignia Azrail didn’t recognise.

"What lies behind these?" he asked.

Lyx’s tone turned hushed. "The Divisions of the Silent Pillar. Each door leads to a specialised wing. Espionage, Disguise, Memory Extraction, Corpse Interrogation..."

Azrail raised an eyebrow. "Corpse Interrogation?"

Lyx’s eyes glimmered faintly under her veil. "The dead can speak, if you know how to listen. And we do."

"How very... thorough."

They passed another door, its surface marked with an obsidian dagger cutting through a circle. Lyx’s steps slowed slightly, but she did not open it.

"And this one?" Azrail asked, though he already suspected.

Her pause was just long enough to confirm it. "...The Chaos Division. They are rarely spoken of. Their sole task is to incite disorder at the precise moment it is needed. Riots, betrayals, bloodshed in the streets... all crafted to look like chance. They are the masters of breaking the board before the opponent realises they were even playing."

Azrail chuckled. "And I thought assassins were dangerous. But this... this is art."

Lyx did not reply immediately, her silence speaking more than words. Finally, she said, "You see why entry into this faction requires more than strength. Power without subtlety has no place here. Only those sharp enough to slit a throat with a whisper may survive."

Azrail stopped walking, his gaze hardening as he looked at her. "And you? Which Division do you lead?"

Lyx turned slightly, the mask shifting as though hiding her smile. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

Azrail chuckled again, shaking his head. "One day, Lyx. One day."