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Book 7: Chapter 5 – Another One Appears

  O’Brien didn’t o look over to uand that the dense killing i permeating the air was inating from his estranged biological son. Still, as soon as he looked over, a killing i not one whit inferior erupted from him.

  He may have inally wa Ace to his side and even be from his e to Arianna to get his hands on her family’s treasures, but over the st few years, he had uood that her ossible.

  Ace’s ive feelings towards him were truly unresolvable. And after hearing about a woman he sidered to be his pything marrying another man – a man who, fet being a deity, wasn’t even a saint – he no longer wao resolve things.

  If he had his way, he would sughter every single member of the Gol Kingdom, only leaving Ace, Milianna, and Lance alive so he could spend the rest of their mortal lives t them.

  Unfortunately, as things stood, that was simply impossible. For the first time in god knows how long, O’Brien, a Demi-God whinally stood at the very peak of the ti, a man who was able to have almost anything he wanted with a mere snap of his fingers, found himself uo get what he wanted.

  The worst part was that, because of the talent of this unruly son of his, he’d be lucky to survive the 100 years.

  These st six months had been some of the worst of his entire life. He had the power to destroy his enemies, but he was forbidden from ag. He was forced to essentially disband his empire and subordi only himself but also his subordio a woman whom he had once sidered his lifetime rival and enemy. Then, to top it off, he had to sit bad do nothing whilst the only woman to escape his grasp married another man in the most public of settings.

  O’Brien had never been known for having the best of tempers, but over the st few months, his temper had only gotten worse. He was now but a deranged shell of his former self.

  Aside from the High Priest, there was no one who dared say a word in his overbearing presence.

  With all that being said, one could imagine his rea to ying eyes on one of the individuals he held responsible for his current state of affairs.

  Sparks flew as both father and son’s eyes met for the first time iwo years. The tension in the air alpable, and the heat in the surrounding area became almost unbearable for even those at the early stages of the saint realm.

  Still, Ace’s body remained ramrod, like an unyielding spear. His eyes were frigid and unmoving as he gred at O’Brieirely unwilling to back down.

  He didn’t care that this was a man who was capable of killing him with a mere wave of a hand; all he wanted was to reap the life of the man who dared force himself onto his mother.

  Ace wasn’t the only one who dared to gre fearlessly at the crimson-haired War God. Whether it was Amira, Leona, Wukong, Lazerim, or Kimika, each of them radiated a thick bloodlust as they gred at O’Brien.

  Milianna may have been Ace’s mother, but she was still beloved by each of them.

  Even Linley looked up coldly, though his frigid killing i was focused on those from the former Radiant Church. Though his mother didn’t die in the end, he would never five them.

  Especially after learning that because of their as, his mother – whose talent as a mage with a pure soul didn’t lose out to Wharton’s talent as a warrior – would find it almost impossible to bee a saint through natural means.

  Those watg in the surrounding area all flew back, giving the two groups space. Most khat the ces of a fight truly breaking out in front of the home of their Yun Pne’s reigning overlord were virtually ent. Still, the tension in the air made most fet that fact.

  With tensions running that high, all it would take was the smallest of fuses, and none of the experts not involved wanted any part of it.

  Fortunately, before things could escate any further, a figure emerged from the depths of the metallic lifeform.

  Amidst the oppressive shadows, he stood tall, his dark skin a stark trast to the glistening white robe he donned, which billowed and whispered with the wind as if the tter aowledged and rejoiced in his presence.

  His light brown eyes, almost golden uhe scarce rays of light that filtered through the twisted branches, held an enigmatic gleam as he calmly sed the experts in the surroundings.

  His long dreadlocks, as bck as the abyss from which he emerged, were tied bato a ponytail, each lock seemingly able to absorb what little light there was and refleg it in a subdued shimmer. They swayed as he moved, much like dark serpents winding through the air.

  What was truly odd, though, was the on to his back. A two-meter-long give with its crystal-white shaft and silver hilt out of p this foreboding forest. Its bde, a mesmerizing fusion of silver and gold, appeared sharper than any on should rightfully be, as though it was capable of tearing through the very fabrics of reality that bound their world.

  Still, what was strange was the way in which it g to his back. It wasn’t tied using any materials, nor was it held in pce using his aura. It was almost as if it was choosing to be there of its own free will.

  An aura, mysterious and profound, g to him like a sed yer of skin. It easily sliced through the palpable tension caused by the two opposing groups, its sharpness almost tangible, yet its touch strangely light ale.

  His steps were casual, zy even, ahey still carried a measured precision that prevehers from ign them.

  This man was the Yun ti’s invincible mortal – Aiden Rohault. Ae the suffog atmosphere, he wore a serene smile, a bea of calm in the midst of the sinister shadows. A smile that seemed i on defying the imposing malevolehat pervaded the already eerie air of the Forest of Darkness.

  Even Ad O’Brien, the two closest to boiling point, instantly felt their tempers all but doused, uo focus on anything but Aiden.

  It had been a few months since Ace had st seen his master. Before leaving st time, Aiden had already told his only disciple that he wouldn’t see him again until he ehe ruins, as he pnned on staying by Beirut’s side so that he could finally have all the injuries his soul had sustained from his repeated use of [Imposing Devourment] healed.

  The only reason Aiden began drinking in the first pce was to dull the never-ending pain he was forced to suffer. As such, Ace expected his master to experience signifit ges. Still, not even he was expeg the ges to be this drastic. It was like he was looking at a pletely different person. ‘So this is the real Aiden Rohault; this is my master.’

  O’Brien and Catherine were no less shocked by Aiden’s ges. Still, although they were surprised by the differen his aura, what really shocked them was the faint but all too real threatening feeling they could sense subtly loto them as if to warn them not to overstep.

  It was the sort of feeling they would expect to feel from someone of their level. Had it been Cesar, they wouldn’t have been so surprised, but for it to e from Aiden…

  “Lord Beirut has tasked me with the opening of the Necropolis of the Gods this time,” Aiden smiled calmly as though he hadn’t sehe previous air of tension. “Those of you who intend oering and are already at the saint realm are to move to my right. All mortals who io enter should move to my left.

  As for those who don’t io enter, please stand back.”

  Aiden’s tone olite and could even be described as geill, hidden within was a anding aura that left no room for discussion.

  Unsurprisingly, the overwhelming majority of those entering were saint-level experts. What was surprising, though, was that aside from those from Ace’s group, there was another mortal who inteo enter.

  A dark-haired woman with enting navy-blue eyes calmly stood at the front of the group of mortals; her brown and navy leathered attire glistened faintly in the dim light that filtered through the opy of arees.

  She held the obsidian body of her sheathed, flexible, long sword in her milky white, dainty hands. Despite remaining covered in its sheath, all those present could feel from the aura it radiated, that it was definitely a Diviifact.

  She appeared no older than 20, yet she remained unmoved by the questioning and curious stares she was receiving from all those experts present. Instead, she simply stared at Aiden as though she were sizing him up whilst waiting for him to decre what would happe.

  Despite being so young, it was clear from her aura that she, like Wukong, had reached the middle stages of the ninth rank as both a warrior and mage. Still, as surprising as it was for there to be another mortal who was of ion to the Yin-Yang Pavilion to even attempt to ehe thing that caught the attention of Aiden was the bird perched on her shoulder.

  Its feathers were a glistening white and shoh a radiahat not even the darkness of the forest could affect. Its frigid but sparkling violet eyes sed the surroundings, not b to hide its disdain as it looked at those around.

  Ace had already noticed them when he arrived. Still, he couldn’t help but sigh as he looked at the bird on her shoulder.

  Divis were supposed to be rare among magical beasts, with only one being borhousand years, yet everyone could only sigh in amazement as this new geion had already given birth to 3 Apex Divis, but from the power hidden within the early saint-level aura this bird was emitting, it looked like there would have to be another addition to that list.

  Both Ad Aiden could sehat this proud white-feathered crow was also an Apex Divi.

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