Chapter 699 Handle

699 Handle

The Ravensteins were a warrior family through and through, and among their legacy and history were those who stood out—legends.

People who had performed such extraordinary feats that they earned nicknames to cement their place in history.

Just like the Three Titans of Sirius and others of their caliber, Rurik, Borya, and Tundra had also done something remarkable.

Triplets of Ruin.

This trio had done everything in life together. From the Raven camp to the academy to the military, there was no separating them. Because of this, they had fought countless battles side by side, developing a unique and collective fighting style that made them a true force to be reckoned with in combat.

Each of the triplets had distinct personalities that set them apart, but one thing always infuriated them: if anyone insulted one brother, all three would erupt.

Together, they were the last opponents anyone would want to face.

The ground quaked, the temperature in the area plummeted, and thunder rumbled.

"Are you insulting my brothers?" the triplets growled in unison, none of them willing to admit they had been the ones called old.

Their hunched backs straightened as they stood taller, their auras exploding outward in perfect synchrony, shaking the very ground beneath them.

Despite their age, the sheer power they unleashed dwarfed the threat in the sky, sending a shockwave that made even the grandmaster+ ranked members of the Obsidian Order pause.

"Be careful, idiot. Those three are the Triplets of Ruin. They're a bad matchup for you," Elysia warned, turning toward Gideon, who had a wide grin on his face, eager for battle.

"Do I look like I care?" Gideon responded, his aura already rising to match the triplets' release of power.

"You might not care, but we do. You're not the only one here, remember that. Cassandra, Vorak, and Gregor will handle them. We handle the rest."

Gideon frowned, finally turning toward Elysia. He hated being bossed around by her, but the looks from the other Obsidian Order heads made it clear he had no choice.

Cassandra, Vorak, and Gregor descended and landed on the ground, their auras suddenly clashing with the triplets'. The air became oppressive, gravity increasing by several folds.

Cassandra and Vorak moved back, leaving Gregor at the front.

Vorak, his pale, almost translucent skin gleaming in the low light, let out a low, chilling laugh. "So, these are the famous Triplets of Ruin," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I expected more... but I suppose your skins will do nicely for my collection."

Vorak was tall and gaunt, with unnervingly smooth, pale skin that seemed almost transparent. His amber eyes glinted, and his long, greasy black hair hung limply down his back. His face was perpetually expressionless, save for a faint, eerie smile.

"Let's make this quick. I'm already tired of this."

Cassandra spoke next, her fingers grazing an artifact—a small black orb. Her icy blue eyes flicked over the triplets with disdain.

At the front, Gregor, a hulking giant of a man, remained silent, simply staring and waiting.

The tension in the air reached its peak as Anastasia, Freya, and Boman watched from the sidelines. They had extensive information on each branch of the Obsidian Order, and it was clear that all of them were powerful and unique in their own right.

Tundra moved next, his fingers curling as the temperature dropped even further. With a flick of his wrist, jagged spears of ice shot from the ground, piercing through the incoming abominations, freezing their twisted forms in place.

Ice crept across the battlefield, transforming it into a frozen wasteland, trapping Cassandra's mind-controlled soldiers in their tracks.

Then came Borya. He slammed his massive fists into the ground, and the earth itself obeyed his command.

The ground beneath Vorak's grotesque creations buckled and shattered, great chunks of stone erupting from the earth, crushing the minions under their weight.

Before the trio could react, drops of water began to fall from the sky as thunder rumbled. In the next second, the rain froze as Tundra manipulated it, turning each drop into sharp, electrified shards of ice.

The puppets—once terrifying—were shredded to pieces by the swirling storm of rain and lightning.

The once-formidable army of minions was being cut down with incredible speed.

Gregor quickly acted, charging forward at a speed that made the ground implode beneath his feet. But before Gregor could strike or advance far, the Triplets retaliated.

Borya slammed his fists into the ground, causing the earth to quake and splinter. Massive spikes of rock erupted from the ground, aiming to impale the giant as he barreled forward.

Gregor shattered the first few spikes with ease, but Rurik followed up with a barrage of lightning bolts that struck Gregor square in the chest, sending shockwaves through his metal form.

The giant stumbled but kept moving.

From the back, Cassandra narrowed her eyes and waved her hand, attempting to weave her Mind Web around the Triplets.

However, a palpable blue wave erupted from each of the Triplets, their sheer willpower instantly countering her bloodline's effects.

'Their will is too strong. We have to push them further for me to break through,' Cassandra spoke telepathically to Vorak, formulating a plan. Vorak nodded seriously.

He raised the fleshy round ball in his palm, and his eyes suddenly turned pitch-black as his aura exploded.

Large, throbbing veins appeared around the ball before Vorak tossed it high into the air, releasing multiple giant, grotesque monsters that radiated grandmaster+ rank power.

"No holding back."

Cassandra nodded and summoned her most powerful minions, each one also radiating grandmaster+ rank auras, engulfing the battlefield in their oppressive presence.

The battlefield shifted once more as the monstrous creatures and powerful minions rocketed toward the Triplets with incredible speed.

Meanwhile, Elysia and Gideon turned away from the devastating battle and landed on the ground across from Anastasia, Freya, Arya, and Boman.

"I guess it's better this way. At least now I get to kill his family," Gideon growled, the ground beneath his feet buckling as his muscles strained and grew in size. A large yellow beard began to form on his chin and spread across his face.

He fixed his gaze on Anastasia and Freya, but before he could launch forward, a figure stepped into his path, blocking his view.

"I'll handle him," a calm voice sounded as Boman stepped forward, slowly rolling up his tight suit sleeves around his thick arms.