Danial leaned back in his chair, listening intently as Liam, now more composed after realizing Danial’s true identity, began to explain."Sir… Chairman," Liam started, still trying to get used to the idea of addressing Danial with such reverence, "Luna Hale is from the Hale Family, one of the Greatest Families in the Capital. They're known for their large-scale manufacturing empire, which includes the biggest and most advanced facilities in the region. We’ve been developing cutting-edge drone technology here at Sterling, and the demand for it has been overwhelming—everyone from corporations to the military has been lining up. Our current manufacturing capacities simply can’t keep up with the scale required. That's why we reached out to the Hales. They have the infrastructure and expertise to handle production at the scale we need, which is why Luna Hale was here today to finalize the deal.”Danial nodded thoughtfully, processing the information. “You mentioned the Greatest Families. Ca
Danial stood up from his chair, adjusting his suit jacket as he looked at Liam and Letty, who were still standing by the desk. "Alright, I’ll be heading back to my office now. Don’t worry about any formalities. My mother’s in there, and she’s got a sharp eye. If you both come down looking too serious, she’ll get suspicious for sure.Liam nodded quickly. "Of course, sir."Letty gave him a nervous smile, her eyes still wide from earlier. “Yes, Chairman. Understood.”Danial smirked slightly at how different their attitudes were compared to the beginning of the day. He turned and left the chairman’s office, walking through the long corridors with the air of someone who belonged. His confidence had grown, especially after all the information he’d just learned about the Greatest Families. But all of that would need to wait for later.When he reached his office, he opened the door and immediately spotted his mother sitting in his chair, scrolling through her phone lazily. She looked up the m
Danial’s heart thumped in his chest as the tension in the room thickened. Sara’s saber gleamed under the fluorescent lights as she pointed it at him, her eyes lit up with excitement."Fight me!" she declared, her voice ringing with anticipation.Danial blinked in shock. “What??” he exclaimed, standing up in disbelief. He had been mentally preparing for a tense briefing, not a duel with a sword-wielding maniac."Why?" Danial continued, shaking his head, still trying to grasp the situation. "I understand that what happened that day was my fault, and I’m ready to apologize, but why do you want to fight me?"Sara chuckled, a gleam of amusement in her eyes. "I never took the incident seriously," she said with a shrug. "I want to fight you because I’ve heard much about you. You stood up against Elysia during the trial fighters, even though she was just toying with you. Then you went ahead and defeated one of the Emsgate representatives in single combat and martial techniques, not to mention
Sara’s saber began to glow with a golden hum, its light pulsating and radiating power. Danial’s eyes narrowed as he analyzed the situation. The sword had transformed, and something in its aura warned him to be cautious. He took a deep breath, instinctively stepping back as he realized this was no ordinary blade. He could feel the energy crackling around it, vibrating in the air.Sara’s lips curved into a confident smile. She waved her saber in a swift arc, the light from the blade shimmering in the dim underground training hall. "Don't blink, Danial. You’ll miss it," she said, her voice filled with thrilling anticipation.Danial didn’t respond, his focus entirely on the saber in Sara’s hands. In an instant, she leaped toward him, her form a blur of speed. The golden light of her sword gleamed brightly as she slashed downward in a powerful vertical strike.Danial barely managed to dodge, the wind from the blade brushing past him as he dived to the side. He rolled to his feet, glancing b
General O'Malley took a deep breath and then addressed the room with a tone of finality. "Now that we know the ‘little things,’ let’s move on to the main topic of this meeting."Danial straightened in his seat, his easygoing demeanor vanishing in an instant. His thoughts raced, and he muttered to himself, "If those were the little things, what on earth are the main things?"O'Malley didn’t miss a beat. He turned and pointed to the screen behind him, where a rough, incomplete layout of the ruins came into focus. Danial and the others leaned forward, studying the details closely. A portion of the ruins, notably the sections leading deeper underground, appeared blurred and distorted, almost as if the scan had hit an invisible wall."This," O'Malley began, gesturing to the map, "is the only possible map we’ve been able to create using ultra-deep scanners. The Arcane Array laid out around the ruins prevents us from directly entering the site or conducting any physical reconnaissance, but w
After everyone’s order arrived—ranging from steaks to sandwiches and, of course, a couple of pizzas to settle the “great debate”—the group started to dig in. The lively chatter at the table carried on with everyone throwing in jokes and stories between mouthfuls of food. However, Maria, mid-bite of her sandwich, froze when her eyes landed on the restaurant’s door.Standing there, like a silent shadow, was Sara, watching Danial with a look of intense seriousness, her arms crossed, and an unreadable expression on her face.Maria blinked and thought, What the hell is Sara doing here? She racked her brain, remembering that Sara was supposed to be in the middle of training with Gareth for the upcoming Ancient Ruins mission. She shot a glance at Danial, wondering if he knew.Curiosity sparked, Maria cleared her throat and asked, “Danial, what have you been doing this week?”Danial blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He thought for a second, clearly trying to come up with something casual.
Danial took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then asked, while tapping the table, "Enough about me. What have you all been doing?"The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere shifted. It was as if the entire restaurant had dropped a few degrees. The cheerful chatter around them became background noise as Danial's friends seemed to collectively shrink into themselves. Heads lowered, shoulders tensed, and no one dared meet his eyes. It was as if a cloud of dread had settled over them. Danial, now unnerved, blinked in confusion.Danial leaned back slightly, eyebrows raised, as the dark and ominous atmosphere weighed on the group. His curiosity was quickly turning into dread as his friends all seemed to shy away from his question, evading his gaze as if they had been through something unspeakable."Guys... seriously, what's going on? Did something happen?" Danial asked, his voice tinged with concern. His eyes darted to Kuro, who looked like he was sweating bullets, keeping his h
Leonard returned from the washroom, his usual cool smile in place, only to be greeted by the sight of Danial and Pavan still bickering like children. Kuro was visibly stressed, sitting between them, desperately trying to calm the chaos. The tension in the air was thick, but there was also an underlying sense of absurdity that made the whole scene almost comical.Leonard raised an eyebrow as he slid back into his seat, nodding toward the group. “What did I miss?” he asked, his tone light but curious.Kuro, with a deep sigh of exasperation, threw his hands in the air. “These two buffers are arguing over the most useless topics ever!” He gestured toward Danial and Pavan, who were still glaring at each other with arms crossed. “And now it's escalated into... whatever this is. Honestly, I should’ve reconsidered my life choices before joining this group.”Maria burst out laughing, clutching her stomach with one hand and wiping a tear from her eye. “Kuro, you should have reconsidered ages ago
Santigo leaned back in his chair, the flickering light casting long shadows across the room. His smile stretched wider, full of mockery and malice, as his gaze shifted lazily between Danial, Pavan, and Crystal. "Took you long enough," he drawled, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "I was almost about to start another session with Kuro, but you arrived on time. Tsk tsk, what a pity."Danial’s eyes darted to Kuro, his chest tightening at the sight of his friend slumped over, bruised and barely conscious. Rage bubbled beneath his calm exterior, his fists clenching so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. He knew what "session" meant—and judging by Kuro’s state, it was far worse than he’d imagined.Gritting his teeth, Danial stepped forward, his fists clenching at his sides. “What do you want from us, Santigo?” His voice was low but edged with anger. “We’ve never crossed paths. We have nothing to do with you. So why drag Kuro into this?”Santigo waved his hand dismissively as if bru
The trio made their way through the desolate industrial district, their steps echoing faintly against the cracked asphalt and rusted pipes that sprawled across the ground. The Lapanzo Foundry loomed in the distance—a massive husk of steel and concrete, its faded name barely visible on the old factory’s rust-eaten board. Broken windows and gaping holes in the walls stared back at them like the hollow eyes of a corpse, and the air was heavy with a metallic tang mixed with an unexplainable decay that clung to their senses.There were no birds, no stray dogs, not even insects. The silence was unnatural, almost suffocating. Each breath they took felt too loud as if the factory itself might hear them.Pavan looked around, his face pale and his voice just above a whisper. "Yeah, this is the place where I’m going to die."Danial shot him a sideways glare. "No one is going to die." His voice was steady, but his jaw was clenched.Ahead, the board with “Lapanzo” scrawled in faded letters jutted
Danial sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers interlocked and his face stoic, though his mind churned with conflicting thoughts. Pavan, pacing back and forth like a caged animal, threw his arms up in frustration. "Danial!" Pavan snapped, his voice rising. "Are you even listening to me? How can you sit there so calmly when Kuro’s life is on the line? And Crystal—she’s a target too!" Danial finally looked up, his eyes sharp and cold. "Calm? Do I look calm to you, Pavan? I’m just not panicking like you are. If we lose focus now, Kuro’s as good as dead. And if Crystal gets caught in this... it’ll be worse." Pavan stopped pacing, running a hand through his hair. "Then tell me, what’s the plan? What are we doing? Because I can’t just stand here waiting for them to kill Kuro." Danial leaned back, exhaling deeply. "We can’t afford to act recklessly. Whoever this is, they’re not some common thug. They know Kuro’s strength, and they still managed to take him down. That tells me this is pers
Santigo paced around Kuro, his leather boots thudding against the cold, damp concrete floor. The dim overhead light flickered sporadically, casting ominous shadows across the room. The sharp edges of Santigo's features seemed exaggerated in the erratic glow, giving him an almost predatory appearance."Ah, cousin," Santigo drawled, his tone mockingly sweet as he circled Kuro. You look so pitifully tied up like this. I must say, it suits you—a star brought down to earth, groveling in the dirt."Kuro's wrists were bound tightly behind his back, and his legs were shackled to the chair he was forced to sit on. His clothes were torn, and his breath was ragged, but his eyes burned with a fiery defiance that refused to be extinguished.Santigo crouched down to meet Kuro’s glare, his grotesque grin widening. "Tell me, cousin," he whispered, his voice laced with venom, "how does it feel to have the tables turned for once? To be... insignificant?"Kuro’s chest heaved, his breath shallow but stead
Pavan’s hands shook uncontrollably as he processed the words he had just heard. His friend’s life was hanging by a thread, and the weight of the situation bore down heavily on him. His normally composed demeanor was in tatters, replaced by fear and anxiety.Danial, though visibly calmer, felt a storm brewing within. His sharp mind worked through the possibilities, piecing together how this could have happened. Kuro is strong, far stronger than most people realize. For someone to have captured him, this isn’t just about strength—it’s planning, manipulation… or something far worse.Pavan’s voice broke through Danial’s thoughts. “D-Danial, we can’t handle this on our own. We need to go to the authorities, to someone who can—”Danial interrupted, his tone firm but low. “We can’t.” His eyes locked onto Pavan’s. “You heard him. If we go to the authorities, Kuro’s life is the first thing he’ll take.”Pavan clenched his fists, frustration, and helplessness written all over his face. “But… wha
The emissaries from Emsgate couldn’t hide their broad smiles as Tanya descended the arena steps. Their demeanor was almost triumphant, as though Tanya’s victory over Viktor was a personal affront to Somerland. Tanya, however, walked with a quiet pride, ignoring the subtle gloating. Behind her, the terrain of the arena shifted and morphed back to its original flat state, the transformation accompanied by a low rumble.Viktor, meanwhile, trudged down the steps on the opposite side, his head hung low. The sting of defeat gnawed at him, and the weight of representing Somerland felt heavier with each step. In his heart, he felt as though he had disgraced his homeland.Waiting for him near the entrance was his master, a tall man with graying hair. The master’s sharp eyes softened as Viktor approached, clearly burdened. Placing a hand on Viktor’s shoulder, he spoke firmly yet kindly:“Viktor, just because you lost does not mean you failed to prove your worth. Your worth is measured by how ha
Elyisa put her hand into the ballot and took out two folded paper slips. She unfolded the slips with an air of authority. “Tanya from Emsgate and Viktor from Somerland,” she announced, her voice echoing throughout the stadium. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the audience as she reached into the twist and terrain ballot. Unfurling the next slip, she declared, “They will be fighting in a mountainous area. They will have to complete the fight in under four minutes, or both participants will be disqualified.”The crowd erupted in a cacophony of cheers and startled whispers.“Four minutes? Is that even enough time for a proper fight in such rugged terrain?” one spectator exclaimed.“And they’ll both be disqualified if no winner emerges? That’s brutal,” another muttered, shaking their head.The tension was palpable as Tanya, seated among the participants, felt a pang of nervousness grip her chest. Her hands balled into fists on her lap as she stared at the giant screen displaying her name
As the first rays of sunlight graced the sprawling Capital, a vibrant energy filled the air. The second day of the Tournament of Sovereign Might had arrived, and the anticipation was palpable. Crowds thronged the streets, surging toward the massive stadium like waves, eager to secure their seats. Yesterday's attendance had been monumental, but today, it seemed to have doubled. Vendors called out, selling snacks and memorabilia, while children tugged at their parents, buzzing with excitement. The tournament fever had gripped the Capital, and all eyes were on the arena.Inside the stadium, the atmosphere was electric. Spectators filled the stands, the din of their chatter building into a crescendo. The VIP sections gleamed with luxury, reserved for the most influential figures in society: the Greatest Families. Clad in their signature styles, representatives from these families arrived in a display of opulence and prestige, each taking their place in the exclusive area.In the Kirk fami
Maria’s fingers gripped the arms of the chair tightly as she stared at her grandfather. Her usual composure wavered, replaced by a mix of shock and unease. It was rare for her to confront Quintan like this, but the stakes had grown too high. She needed clarity, not half-truths or vague reassurances.Quintan tapped his fingers rhythmically against the polished wood of the desk, his expression unreadable as he studied her. Finally, he leaned forward, his gray eyes sharp and piercing.“What questions do you want to ask, Maria?” he asked, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of weariness.Maria didn’t hesitate. She had been holding this in since the mission’s disastrous conclusion. “Grandfather, I want to know what’s going on with the Demonic Cult. Why are we conducting reconnaissance missions on them instead of mobilizing the Gods of War? They would annihilate the cult without a second thought. Why hold back? What is the status of Rowan and Lysandra? And what about Nina?" Her fis