Life After Prison

Over at the Gahrrs, a stifling atmosphere hung so heavily that breathing became a challenge.

After hearing Favian’s report, Clarkin slammed his palm onto the armrest of his chair and reduced it to bits. “This audacity is beyond me. He killed our prodigy and our paragons, then managed to escape unscathed! He has shown the utmost disrespect to or our family!”Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Clarkin had difficulty trying to contain his anger. Upon learning of his son’s demise, he promptly dispatched Favian along with a dozen other elders to pursue and intercept Severin. Yet Severin slipped through their grasp and left them eating dust.

Furious, Clarkin’s wrath reverberated through the hall, echoing the indignation of all the elders gathered there.

“Sir, perhaps we should launch an attack on the Grandiuno Sect and demand Oskar to surrender him to us!”

“We cannot let Sian and the elders die in vain!”

“Considering the circumstances, I think it would be best to just sever ties with the Grandiuno Sect. We could align ourselves with the Deifirm Sect, as they too have had their prodigy killed by Severin!”

While opinions varied, an elder who exuded a level seven paragon aura stood up and advised, “I think you should reconsider your options, sir. According to Favian’s report, Severin used the Teleportation Slip for his escape. This sort of treasure is beyond what even the major sects are able to obtain. Besides, Severin has also ascended from supreme saint to paragon in just under a year. The talent that he displays is the same as geniuses from Midland’s sacred land! I would postulate that he is connected to Midland and holds ties to some of the ancient families in Eastplain.”

Favian interjected sharply, “Do not be intimidated by his ability and ambition!”

Several fiery elders echoed Favian’s sentiments.

“I agree. Severin seems to have turned you into a coward.”

“The Grandiuno Sect discovered him at the sacred lake. If he truly had connections to Midland and Eastplain, why would he come to Southsky?”

“This suggestion must be rooted in ulterior motives!”

In the face of all that criticism, the elder who spoke up earlier- Goldemir-shook his head and said, “I just want to ensure that the Gahrrs are not killed. Even if Severin has no relations to Midland or Eastplain, he has ample talent to become a formidable royal paragon in a few years.”

The hubbub of conflicting opinions drew Clarkin’s ire as he yelled, “Enough! Get our men ready, Favian. I’ll be making a visit to the Grandiuno Sect. We’ll see if Oskar will defy us for the sake of his treasured prodigy!”

Favian reacted with a tremor and replied respectfully, “Yes, sir!”

Excitement surged among the remaining elders. Clarkin had rarely taken it upon himself to settle matters since attaining the status of a royal paragon, so knowing that he would personally handle the situation brought a sense of excitement in the air.

After all, Clarkin’s mere presence as a royal paragon could trigger seismic shifts in Southsky’s attainment circle.

While many elders believed that the intervention would lead to Severin’s capture, Goldemir-the third elder-could only sigh to himself, deeming the move an unwise one.

Though he did not know how Severin managed to kill so many of the Gahrrs’ strongest men, he feared that antagonizing such a prodigious talent was disadvantageous to the Gahrrs-perhaps even leading to their overthrow and annihilation.