Life After Prison

“I’m not surprised that the Gahrrs’ royal paragon would personally intervene and bring over so many of their elders,” Celeste muttered. The chasm that separated her and Severin seemed to widen with every passing moment.

Over on a secluded spiritual island near the Fifth Mountain, Raymond found himself dumbfounded upon learning of what happened.

He reflected on Severin’s journey in the sect over the past year, from Severin’s rise to fame, then his feats against Sian and Uzair in the Artic Heights, and finally the recent escape from the clutches of a level nine paragon. It was simply too surreal to imagine.

If the figure outside the entrance was someone other than the Gahrrs’ royal paragon, Raymond would have assumed that the person came after being invited by Severin.

He chuckled bitterly and muttered, “You could’ve just killed their elders and be done with it, Severin. Why’d you have to go after their prodigy?”

Clarkin’s stern countenance outside the sect led Raymond to believe that there was no easy way out of the situation.

Over at another spiritual island, this time near the Second Mountain, Spencer-the third-place winner in the sect tournament -opened his eyes in disbelief. The details of Severin’s conflict with the Gahrrs left Spencer shocked to the core.

“Severin probably never even revealed his full strength during the tournament…”

Killing the Gahrrs’ paragon-level elders as well as their prodigy was no small feat, and it was all the more impressive that Severin managed to escape from Favian, the Gahrrs’ great elder.

Any one of those feats would have been enough to stir Southsky. Spencer thanked his lucky stars and breathed a sigh of relief that he did not piss Severin off during the tournament.

Meanwhile, on an island aglow with purple fog, Karl looked into the sky in astonishment. He had recently just recuperated from his injuries, and the unusual phenomenon in the sky drew out a cold smile on Karl’s face. Through gritted teeth, he muttered, “Severin!

By Karl’s estimation, the involvement of the Gahrrs’ royal paragon left little chance for Severin to survive. Even if Oskar succeeded in protecting Severin at all costs, Severin would still have to face the combined might of the Gahrrs and the Deifirm Sect at the Starry Sky Battlespace.

In the sky outside the Grandiuno Sect, dozens of rainbow-colored lights streaked across the air as a group of sect elders gathered before Oskar. Severin soon joined them, and Oskar took the opportunity to chastise Severin. “You brat! Look at the mess you’ve made!”

Amused by the helplessness in Oskar’s tone, Severin chuckled in response. “You need to get justice for me, Sect Leader! I had no choice but to fight back, and I was lucky to escape certain death too.”

The surrounding elders were left speechless at how Severin downplayed his perilous escape after killing the Gahrrs’ strongest individuals. Oskar decided to cut the conversation short and assured Severin.

“Don’t worry. I’ll seek justice for you.”

After all, Severin was Grandiuno Sect’s prodigy, as well as the Grandiuno Sacred Land’s preparatory disciple.

Oskar had a hunch that Severin could become a supreme paragon-or even take it a step further to reach celestialhood-in less than a century.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

There was no time like the present to make amends.