Orion sneered at their ugly expressions. From the trademark silver hair, he already knew they were from the Silverflame Family, and since they had started the mocking, he decided to give them a taste of their own medicine.
"Let's go, Father. These dogs stink. I can't stay here any longer," he said, shaking his head in mock discomfort.
Taking the lead, Orion walked into the portal.
"Hahahaha, let's go as well then," Barion laughed, and the elders joined in, following Orion into the portal.
The members of the Silverflame Family felt as if they had hacked at their own legs, especially the middle-aged man leading them. He was the Magi King of Pristine Haven and had come here regarding the matter of Orion's clone. His face turned a deep red with rage. He had intended to embarrass the Darkwood Family after spotting them from afar, yet it was his own family that ended up humiliated.
"Damn it," he snarled, unable to control his fury. He waved his hand, causing an entire row of shops and stalls to erupt in silver flames. The people nearby narrowly escaped death, thanking their luck for stepping away when they heard the commotion.
"Let's go," he growled.
Still in a foul mood, he stormed towards the portal and disappeared. His family followed helplessly.
***
On the other side of the portal, a breathtaking scene caught Orion's attention, pleasantly surprising him.
The portal had transported them to the top of a mountain, from which they could see a city unlike any he had seen in Morse or elsewhere. This city boasted skyscrapers reminiscent of those from Earth, yet with a distinct, otherworldly design.
Small shuttles zipped through the air, making Orion wonder if he had teleported to a futuristic world. However, observing the traditional clothing of the people and the familiar culture of shops and stalls, he realized that only the distant city appeared different—perhaps the right word was "out of place."
"This place is called New Heaven," Barion explained to Orion. "This city was built by architects from the Human Federation Realm and is still under development. It is the first city where architects from other domains have come to build."
Orion nodded in understanding.
'It seems that the relationship between the Magus Kingdom and the Human Federation Realm is good,' he thought, processing what his father had just said.
The group of the Stormrider Family was led by Claose Stormrider, who stood beside Estor and Adam with his family members just behind him.
And last but not least, the Grimwolf Family had arrived. They had the worst expressions on their faces upon seeing the Darkwood Family ahead of them. Recently, they had lost their youngest master, believing that Orion's clone had initiated the fatal attack.
They had come here hoping the Emperor would deliver what they saw as justice, even if it wasn't true justice. Driven by a desire for revenge, they had pinned their hopes on the Emperor's decision, knowing that killing Orion directly would be a difficult task.
"I hadn't thought that this event would alert even the other seven magi families," Orion muttered to himself. He had a feeling the Silverflame and Grimwolf families would be here, but the others were unexpected.
"Barion, you're here too. We were just discussing whether you would come, and I said you would. Seems I was right," Estor laughed, approaching him.
Barion was about to respond when he heard a very hateful phrase.
"The Darkwood Family will regret killing my son, and that kid will sooner or later be killed by me. Mark my words."
Barion turned to see that it was Varen, the head of the Grimwolf family, who had uttered those words.
"Varen, you should know that it wasn't my son who killed your son," Barion said, glaring at him.
"It wasn't your son? Are you kidding me? That clone of your son was the one who killed my son, and since I couldn't kill that clone, I will have my revenge on the original," Varen laughed like a madman, his eyes red with rage.
"Come on then, kill me. What are you waiting for?" Orion sneered as soon as he heard Varen's threat. If he had felt even a shred of pity for those who had lost loved ones in that incident, he felt none for the Grimwolf family. They were the worst of the worst in his eyes.
Veins bulged on Varen's forehead as he struggled to control himself.
"You will regret this," he spat hatefully, closing his eyes to calm down.
Orion sneered in response, ready to taunt him further, when suddenly, he felt a presence unlike any he had ever felt before in his life.
"Everyone is here."
A majestic voice resonated throughout the entire area, and a middle-aged man with golden hair appeared in the sky, wearing a purple crown atop his head.