Chapter 1523 Arrival [2]

Chapter 1523 Arrival [2]

The Straea Clan never seemed to care about worldly affairs. Anything that was unrelated to them was irrelevant, or at least, that was how they treated the world.

However, the Straea Clan had always been watching.

They didn't need to do any extra work to provide the information Malevalon spoke of.

Even up to the current day, every special event in the entire Heavenly World, barring a few locations like the Western Region and the main palace of Void Palace, had been recorded in the Straea Clan's archives.

"Follow me. I will take you there."

Malevalon spoke to Grand Duke Famas. It was a well-known fact that he was the one who'd represent his peers.

The rest would stay in the hidden Principality, biding their time until their turn to act came.

Grand Duke Famas accepted his role, using malakh to change his appearance.

His skin changed, and his features became more human. Within seconds, he looked no different from the denizens of the Heavenly World.

With that, he followed Malevalon as the man led him to the surface.

As mentioned several times before, the pseudo-Principality was isolated from the world above. There was no way to easily make it back to the surface.

However, in a method reminiscent of Void Palace's halls, a series of strange warps in spacetime allowed one to make one's way all the way to surface level within a few seconds.

Of course, if one didn't approach them with the knowledge of how they worked, one would be shredded by the fluctuating spacetime.

Malevalon and Famas naturally weren't caught in the traps, arriving in the main manor of the Straea Clan in just a few moments.

From where they stood, the explosions and war outside couldn't be heard.

"Blood?"

But it could still be very clearly sensed.

"Right," Malevalon answered.

"There is currently a war ongoing. A few bugs who believe they are strong have come to challenge us, but it is nothing but that. A mere distraction."

"Hmm...if that is the case, then fine. However, it does not seem to be so simple."

Famas commented on the situation, but Malevalon swiftly ignored it.

Frankly, he hadn't been paying much attention to the situation outside. He hardly had the chance with the amount of work it took to bring the Foreign Nobility over.

Malefice was the one leading the war effort, but that alone was enough knowledge.

As long as Malefice was in charge, Malevalon didn't believe they would lose.

Especially not against Void Palace.

It didn't matter if the palace had been getting stronger. They were still in the infancy of their strength.

Grand Duke Famas didn't know what he was expecting. He certainly didn't believe that the search would be easy. However, the sheer amount of information he was presented, and the surprising amount of it that was relevant to his purpose intrigued him to an extent.

The True Void Universe was unique in this aspect. When he accompanied the Dark God to siege other cosmos, none of them were as packed with strangeness as this one.

As Famas flipped through the information, marking in his mind the places and people he needed to investigate, his eyes suddenly shook.

A name he was familiar with.

"Who...is that?"

He pointed it out, letting Malevalon have a look at it.

Glancing at Famas, he spoke that man's identity.

"He is Damien Void. The first son of Dante Void. He only recently appeared in the Heavenly World, seemingly having come from the lower universe, but he has caused quite a lot of trouble already. He is suspected to be a child Dante had during the time we were pursuing him."

Famas nodded, somewhat shakily still.

He saw Dominic, Darius, Hestia, and Yiren as well, but their names didn't strike much of a chord in his heart.

Grand Duke Famas was skilled in the art of reading Fate. Though this world was different and he wasn't entirely accustomed to mana, his intuition was still as accurate as ever.

Something about Damien stood out to him.

'Dante Void's firstborn son...'

It was common in families with Godly blood. The first child born to two parents would inherit more of their talents than those who came after.

The majority of the parents' essence would be transferred into that first child, which is why the firstborns of many clans and influences were their most talented geniuses.

There were, of course, exceptions, but they were called exceptions for a reason.

This rule held true more often than not.

'If that boy inherited even a single percent of that man's power...'

Whether it was logic or intuition, all signs pointed to the same conclusion.

"Damien Void is dangerous."

Grand Duke Famas' eyes hardened.

"When the anomaly has been successfully eradicated, we must take care of that variable as well."

It was an absolute necessity.

"Before we return to the motherland..."

No mistakes could be tolerated.

"...Damien Void will die."