Rivers of the Night-Chapter 319: A Small Price [800 GT Bonus]

Chapter 319: A Small Price [800 GT Bonus]

Elder Kelyn Black’s heart was practically beating out of her chest.

Technically speaking, by the strictest letter of the law, there was no large difference between the Seijin and the Blacks. If they were to fight a war, it should be a coin flip as to who would win.

They should have about the same number of Runebound experts, about the same number of Silver and Gold Mancers, about the same number of Divine Stage experts… allegedly…

The trouble was it didn’t matter what the raw numbers showed. It didn’t matter what logic should dictate as the comparison of normal cultivators should be.

There wasn’t a single soul in all of existence that wanted to offend the Seijin Clan. And the reason for that was none other than the young experts that had just walked in.

Not a single one of them had Seijin Clan blood running in them, and yet they were all so exceptionally talented, even the likes of Chopra—who was supposedly the weakest—having a Runebound Resonance and such a powerful Runebound Echo to call upon.

So why was it that they would still follow the orders of the Seijin Clan? Where were their Clans? Where were the powerhouses they descended from?

The answer was that they were all raised by the Seijin. The Seijin were their Clan.

It was said that the Seijin could raise an expert whenever they so pleased. The only reason they didn’t have more experts than every other powerful Clan combined was because it was unnecessary.

They had no need to split their attention so greatly when the number they had was enough.

In fact… the only reason they raised this many experts to begin with was as nothing more than a game. They felt their bloodline was too precious, so their heirs groomed combatants of their own, using their control over Karma to find talents and raise them up to the levels they should be at.

They were the most fearsome Clan on the continent. They might only birth three to five of them a generation, but each and every one was a monster amongst monsters.

Maybe the scariest thing about their bloodline was that it would never go out. They didn’t have to marry amongst themselves, nor did they have to find other Spirit Mancers. All they needed to do was use their technique to find the spouses that would generate the strongest children.

Every one of them had a 100% success rate of finding a mate and birthing an heir.

They only seemed vulnerable because they allowed themselves to be. But… there wasn’t a single soul in the entire world that dared to be an enemy of even one of them, let alone the entire Clan.

And now Elder Kelyn Black had suddenly put two and two together.

Her head slowly turned from the three cloaked figures to the projection beyond. She saw the bits and pieces of Chopra scattered across the battlefield and she felt like her extremities turned icy cold.

Did Theron just kill… who she thought he just killed?

“Good,” Vellan said calmly, pulling his hood off to reveal his gruff face. “It seems like you understand the situation and I don’t have to waste my time saying too much. Give out the orders appropriate. Theron Galethunder will be apprehended, but don’t use enough force to kill him.”

“I…” Elder Black took a breath. “… I understand.”

She didn’t know what Theron had done to deserve this, but suddenly she felt like everything here had revolved around the young boy from the very start.

Wasn’t Theron the exact sort of talent that the Seijin would pick out to be raised? Or was it that he had already been raised by them and then somehow escaped to come here?

Elder Black didn’t know what it was, but suddenly it became obvious that she and Theron… no longer had any sort of future together.

The movements soon began.

…

Sadie appeared in her brother’s sky box.

“See? Didn’t I tell you?”

Aetherion looked toward his younger sister, his expression placid. He didn’t say a word, but she already understood what he was alluding to.

“Don’t look at me like that. After all that nonsense about it definitely not happening, you don’t get to take credit for anything. Especially when he’s not dead yet. And we should make sure that he isn’t.”

“If you make a single move that will harm the Nightingale Clan, I will take action to make sure you can’t make a conscious movement on your own for the next six months.”

“Are you threatening me?” Sadie’s expression fell into a dreary coldness.

“Yes.”

There was a silence between the siblings for a long while that acted as though there wasn’t anyone else in the room.

At that moment, an attendant rushed in.

“Apologies, your Highnesses. Elder Black has called for you all to step forward. There is a criminal that must be apprehended.”

Sadie’s jaw clenched, but Aetherion had already stood up.

“Right away,” he said calmly.

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Morelle Sangun sat in an opposing sky box. As the Crown Prince of the Sangun, he was somehow simultaneously viewed as the biggest winner in this gathering, and likewise the biggest loser in his own eyes.

But when the attendant came to get him as well, he stood calmly to his feet much the same way.

Why were he and the Sangun so casual with offending the Black Clan? It was because they knew the weight of the Seijin much like every other Imperial Clan did. It was the reason why the Nightingales had never lifted a finger, and why in the end, the Nightingales would suffer while they would calmly take on their second-place position in the end.

He had lost a little brother… but maybe that was the price to pay to sit atop this small corner of the world.

A small price…

Morelle looked up, feeling quite empty. Was this really what cultivation was supposed to be about?

His steps paused for a moment and his gaze landed on the projection of Theron, who stood in the midst of his slain enemies and fallen fortresses. He looked back out to the world as though he was ready to face anything.

He had heard that voice much like the rest of them had, but he didn’t even flinch or think about it.

It was a respectable resolve. But what would the end result of it all be?

Slowly, the Secret Realm began to collapse, the Nightingales being crowned the winners.

But the entire arena seemed focused on only one thing.

Theron Galethunder.