Chapter 637 Village

Chapter 637 Village

As Atticus stepped through the portal, it didn't quite feel like teleportation. To him, it was more like passing through a doorway.

He was met with an intense white light before the scenery shifted to something truly enchanting.

A lush grassland stretched out in every direction, and just ahead, about 100 meters away, was a walled village. The term "village" was used only because of its size, but its structure and buildings looked far more sophisticated.

Atticus noted the portal closing behind him just as he finished scanning the entire area.

'No guards.'

With this realization, light molecules began converging around the area, casting an illusion that would deceive any onlookers.

In the next moment, the head of the burly man, who was the leader of the group, separated from his body.

The last man in the group widened his eyes in shock, but before he could react, he suddenly lost connection to every single one of his limbs.

"H-huh?"

It took a second for the realization to set in, and the shock that enveloped the man as he saw each of his limbs severed was palpable.

Atticus created an air barrier around the man's head. As an extra precaution, he also created another barrier with a 30-meter radius, blocking out all sound.

They were currently standing on top of a small hill with the village at the bottom. Atticus moved the bodies of the burly man and the limbless man further away from the village, reaching an area with grass that stood over 2 meters tall.

'This should be perfect.'

As soon as Atticus saw it, he immediately approached and entered the grassy field. The man who had his limbs cut off was screaming at the top of his lungs as Atticus moved him, but not a single sound escaped the air barrier around his head. It was airtight.

Once Atticus had walked a significant distance into the field, the light molecules surrounded him in a 20-meter radius, creating an illusion and making it appear as though nothing was there.

Then, he began his work.

Atticus was deep in enemy territory and knew nothing about his surroundings. He would have preferred to kill the two, but it was a risky decision, and he needed information.

Both men were in the master and master- ranks, and Atticus chose to interrogate the master- rank. The man was likely to have less mental fortitude than the master rank, plus it would be easier to keep him in check.

However, a master- rank was still formidable, which was why Atticus was being so careful.

He started by taking the ring and other artifacts the leader had used to enter this space and burning his corpse, making sure the limbless man saw everything. The man's eyes widened in fear.

Afterward, Atticus's piercing blue eyes fixed themselves on the man, his aura cold.

"Just one of those 'arrogant sons of bitches' almost wiped us all out. When your brain starts functioning properly, you should come back; otherwise, I think it's best you leave,"

Alvis could still remember Magnus's overwhelming display of power. They had narrowly escaped before he reached them, but that might not happen again.

Ronad ignored Alvis and sat down in front of him, a frown on his face. It was obvious that they were used to dealing with each other.

"You know, Alvis, I just want us to return to our former glory. Ever since that incident, we haven't done anything, and those bastards in the other sectors refuse to come to our aid. Rotten bitches,"

The Obsidian Order had branches in every sector of the human domain, and even though the branches in Sectors 3 and 4 had almost been wiped out, the other branches refused to offer any help.

Alvis sighed. 'Why can't he just leave me alone?'

Seeing that Ronad had no intention of leaving, Alvis shook his head before responding.

"The branches have always maintained autonomy, and you know it's only that man who can bring us all together. And I've constantly told you, Ronad, have patience. We've been trying to build up our forces for years to find the right time to strike."

"Yeah, right! That's what you've been saying for years! When will that right time come?"

Alvis sighed. He had really hoped to keep this from Ronad because he knew how extra the man could be, but he really wanted his peaceful time back.

"Listen. Before the communication with the Vermore family went dead, I was briefed on the ongoing matters in the human domain. Darius had informed us to be ready to act at any moment,"

"To act?"

"Yes. The tension between the Ravenstein family and many of the Tier 1 families will soon reach its peak. A war is inevitable. Our time to strike will come when this happens."

"Really?!" Ronad screamed at the top of his lungs, jumping up. The thought of all the chaos about to occur excited him to the core.

"Yes. The Alverian family is already moving; a war with the Ravensteins is expected to happen soon."

Ronad grinned. He didn't even care about the fact that Alvis had kept this from him. Instead, he was more excited about the possibility of putting the Ravensteins in their place. After all the incidents with them, he wanted nothing more than their eradication.

As he imagined everything, suddenly and without warning, Ronad started laughing out loud, his voice so loud that Alvis was forced to block his ears.

Afterward, he turned and left the room without saying another word.

Alvis stared at the door Ronad had just left through with cold eyes. He hadn't told Ronad everything.

The reason for all the hatred toward the Ravenstein family was because of one boy, that same boy who had supposedly defeated his disciple five years ago.

'Atticus Ravenstein. I should have killed that boy when I had the chance. At the very least, he was a great help this time around, but he's growing too fast. I'll have to kill him after he leaves the academy,'

With that in mind, Alvis closed his eyes and continued his meditation.