GameDev Reincarnated into His Own Creation

Vol 2 - Chapter 29.3: Stack Overflow

Vel stood on the audience steps, looking at Celia and Tomas, his expression hardening with resolve.

"They'll know soon enough," he said. The Church would discover what was happening whether he explained it or not. The darkness he'd seen wasn't going to wait for proper channels and permissions.

"Do you think the Church would let me send an urgent message to a Saint?" he asked, already knowing the answer would be complicated.

"Maybe," Celia said doubtfully. "But they'd want to know why."

Celia reached for his arm. "Let me come with you."

Vel shook his head. "Sorry, you can go back first without me."

"Where will you go?" Tomas asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

Options flashed through Vel's thoughts. The Church administration would take too long, and they'd demand explanations he couldn't give. He needed someone with direct connections to the Sects.

"I'll need to meet with the Pantheon Circle," he said, the solution crystallizing. "Voss."

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Moments later, Vel arrived at the temple-like structure in the academy reserved for religious student activities. His arrival caused heads to turn, whispers following him as he passed.

"Saint Landre's brother," someone murmured behind him. "Blessed by divine blood, yet he declined the Circle's invitation."

"Perhaps his path lies elsewhere," another voice whispered. "Though why he seeks them now..."

After a few minutes of asking directions, Vel found himself standing before a circular stone table where five students sat in animated discussion. They fell silent as he approached, all eyes turning to him with varying degrees of curiosity and suspicion.

Voss Eliander, who seemed to be the leader of this group, adjusted his wire-framed glasses. "Velarian Novalance. This is unexpected."

"Is it possible to send a message to my sister, Saint Landre?" Vel asked without preamble, his voice tight with urgency.

The students exchanged glances. A girl with a silver pendant of Tir, God of Clairvoyance, leaned forward. "Communication with a Saint is quite strict. Their schedules and whereabouts are hidden from the public."

"It is possible," Voss said carefully, "if you have certain... connections." He studied Vel's face, his expression thoughtful. "Though I confess curiosity about what would compel Saint Landre's brother to seek our assistance after..." He gestured vaguely. "Well. Previous circumstances."

Vel's jaw tightened. The unspoken implication hung between them—Voss wanted to understand what had changed, what made this worth his while.

"The situation has... evolved," Vel said, matching Voss's careful tone. "And I believe the Circle would find themselves well-positioned should certain truths come to light."

Voss's eyes sharpened with interest. "How intriguing. Perhaps we should discuss this more privately?"

With a short incantation and a snap of his fingers, a transparent bubble surrounded all six of them. The ambient noise of the academy faded to a muffled hush.