Chapter 120 I Have Failed

Chapter 120 I Have Failed

As soon as Ronad got to 'one', his hands moved towards Ember's head. However, before he could reach it, he and Alvis suddenly felt a change, one that immediately halted Ronad's movement.

The change was subtle, very subtle. It was the type of change that one would feel and dismiss as mere paranoia.

But to Alvis and Ronad, both grandmaster individuals, individuals who had faced numerous battles and nearly lost their lives more times than they could count, this change sent shivers through their entire beings.

The millisecond they felt this change, they both immediately looked into their storage rings.

Swifty, they each brought out golden slates from their storage rings and, without hesitation, channeled mana into it. The slate emitted a bright glow that encompassed both of their forms, and swiftly, Alvis and Ronad immediately disappeared from the scene.

At a speed beyond the comprehension of those currently present, the sky above the camp churned with clouds that crackled ominously with frightening lightning, darkening the entire sky as they gathered with unprecedented force.

The very air grew charged with tension as the whole world seem to slow.

In a heartbeat, it was as though the heavens themselves had come to pass judgment upon the battlefield, an incalculable number of lightning streaks materialized out of thin air and descended upon the camp grounds.

As if directed by some divine will, each of these bolt moved with supernatural speed and precision as they descended upon each and every member of the Obsidian Order locked in combat below.

Advanced rank, expert rank, master - it didn't matter. With a blinding flash, each bolt struck its intended target, their powerful forms instantaneously reduced to ashes.

All of this happened within the span of 5 milliseconds, a speed that only those at the least grandmaster rank could fully comprehend. n//o--v/)e/-l--b.(I//n

The staff and instructors of the Raven Camp who were initially in battle stopped, surprised by this sudden turn of events.

As Aurora reached him, she immediately checked whether he was breathing and let out a sigh of relief when she saw that he was okay, just unconscious.

Magnus gazed down at the camp, his thoughts racing.

It had been close, very close.

The first thing he did as he got close enough to see the camp was search for Atticus and Ember. He had sent this attack a few hundred kilometers away when he saw what Ronad was about to do to Ember.

If he had been just a second late, he would have lost his granddaughter.

Seeing that Atticus and Ember were okay, with no life threatening injuries, Magnus turned his gaze away and looked at the devastation that was once the Raven camp.

As he gazed upon the lifeless forms of the staff and trainees, Magnus emitted an aura of profound sadness.

He was supposed to be their protector, the one everyone in the family looked to lead and protect.

Countless generations had passed with each of the paragons leading the family to new heights. The weight of that legacy was something he had borne with pride.

But under his rule, one of the important members of the family, his son, Ariel, was targeted and killed.

Under his rule, some of their youths, the future of their lineage, were targeted and came very close to being wiped out.

Magnus gazed down at the camp and clenched his hands, an action itself that seemed to influence the environment, making the clouds crackle with thunder, illuminating the whole area.

'I have failed,' Magnus thought, his heart heavy with regret and sorrow. It was a failure that no amount of power could mend.

As if feeling what Magnus was going through, the skies began to weep, drops of water fell from the skies, a torrent of cleansing tears that washed away the blood and gore that had tainted the once-hallowed grounds, marking the sorrow that now enveloped the Ravenstein family.