Chapter 709 Join Us

Chapter 709 Join Us

The world seemed to explode.

The ground shook violently as the impact rocked the estate, the force of the explosion leveling everything in its path.

Buildings disintegrated, stone and steel alike crumbling into dust. The earth itself seemed to split as the shockwave tore through the landscape, engulfing everything in smoke and fire.

Avalon, the three stars, and the others arrived at the scene at that moment, their utter shock evident on their faces.

Avalon's gaze frantically searched for his wife and mother amidst the chaos. Relief washed over him as he spotted them, along with Freya and Arya, a distance away from the explosion's origin. But that relief quickly turned to bafflement.

Not a single whip of hot air or even smoke reached the group. The area around them appeared clear.

Avalon's gaze narrowed, and he vanished, reappearing in front of the group.

"Ana, Mom, are you guys okay?"

Anastasia turned toward Avalon, relief flooding her features. She nodded with a smile, but it faded as she remembered the situation. Avalon approached and enveloped both of them in a deep hug. He instantly noticed Freya's frail nature and the exhausted, drained look on his wife, a surge of intense anger settling in.

"You might want to save that for later. We have more pressing matters at hand," Lyanna's voice cut through his thoughts. He turned to see her, Sirius, Nathan, and the Ravenstein elders alongside the Sanctum masters hovering above them, their gazes fixed skyward where thick smoke billowed.

There was not a single face among them that wasn't thoroughly shocked. Although the smoke engulfed the area, they were grandmasters, capable of seeing through it with ease. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Anastasia, are you sure you gave birth to that boy?"

Nathan's remark hung in the air. No one laughed. None of them could. The being currently floating high up, cloaked in intense fire, was undeniably Atticus, Avalon's sixteen-year-old son.

Nathan's words might have seemed like a joke, but it was what they all wondered: Was that boy even human?

However, the branch heads didn't even blink.

Suddenly, the air in front of them warped, twisting violently as if reality itself was bending.

Seraphina's eyes widened in shock, and in an instant, a massive purple hand construct materialized with lightning speed.

The hand grabbed Atticus, pulling him back just before his katana could strike, yanking him toward her.

Seraphina's aura surged, blanketing the entire space just as the warp in the air solidified. In the blink of an eye, a man appeared from the distortion, floating high in the air.

The man was tall and imposing, with pale skin and short jet-black hair streaked with silver.

His piercing silver eyes glowed faintly, giving him an intense, otherworldly look. He was clad in a sleek, dark cloak that seemed to ripple like shadows, with a black symbol of the Obsidian Order etched into his left arm, subtly glowing.

However, this wasn't what everyone was focused on. In fact, aside from Seraphina and Atticus, there was not a single person who could move.

The man was a paragon.

Everyone was utterly shocked. Up until now, in all the years since the Obsidian Order had made themselves known in the human domain, never had a paragon appeared amongst their ranks.

The Obsidian Order had a paragon... this cold fact seemed to wash over everyone present.

"Paragon Blackgate!" The branch heads bowed and greeted him with respect.

The man appeared calm, not a single emotion crossing his face. He was currently in enemy territory and, not only that, a paragon was standing in front of him. Yet he didn't seem to care.

His silver eyes were focused on only one thing—Atticus.

"What a peculiar child. Your talent is truly immeasurable, so much so that I find it hard to believe you're human. It's being wasted here. How about it? Join us, and I'll let you kill her."