Novel Full Chapter 1690 Flickered
Chapter 1690 Flickered
As the pounding continued, the door to the room suddenly opened.
A golden-haired man with a stoic face and a dangerous air advanced in and calmly approached Elomont. There wasn’t the slightest hint of embarrassment on his face despite the scene before him. He was clearly accustomed to it.
“There’s a problem.”
“Hm, what is it?”
Elomont didn’t slow, not even sparing him a glance.
“…the high lord you wanted to teach a lesson… he survived.”
Elomont’s movements halted. He turned toward his ward, Kass, his gaze narrowing.
“…how’s that possible?”
“He managed to summon a hunter before the reverents could finish them. The hunter wiped them out.”
A chill flickered through Elomont’s gaze.
“…do you hear yourself right now?”
The reverent Alpha they had used was at initial level two, with the horde at peak level one. For a newly summoned hunter to defeat such a force was ridiculous.
But Kass’ expression didn’t shift in the slightest.
“It’s what happened. I confirmed it myself.”
Elomont’s gaze tightened. He shoved the woman aside without care, not sparing her a glance as she crashed roughly onto the ground.
“Honey!”
Osana dashed forward to help his wife up, but Elomont had already lost interest.
“What do we know about this hunter?”
“…nothing conclusive. Everything was observed from a distance.”
Elomont fell silent. That useless high lord had dared to refuse his offer to marry his daughter.
He had intended to teach him, along with the other high lords in the area, the consequences of defying a trueblood, but he hadn’t expected things to unfold like this.
Elomont was certain the lesson had already been driven into the high lords’ mind. After all, he had been taking one of their wives moments ago. Leaving the matter here wouldn’t damage his status in the slightest. But…
‘I’m curious.’
That hunter… for some reason, he wanted to see who it was.
He turned to Kass.
“Where are they now?”
“They left the stronghold. Heading west.”
“Perfect. That’s on our way home.”
Elomont smiled faintly, nodding as he dressed. “Let’s go. We’re going after them.”
“…yes.”
…
During the journey, Atticus used the opportunity to learn more about the first crown from Gladious.
From everything the man said, it turned out that the first crown was a kind of apocalyptic world, basically ruled by beasts known as Reverents. Almost the entire domain had been ravaged by them. Their ability to wield primal will, something capable of standing against crown will, allowed them to challenge the people who ruled the world, leaving everything locked in a perpetual war.
That said, the reverents were currently winning. Civilization had been reduced to a handful of strongholds scattered across the land. Each one was built around absolute tomes, which Atticus soon discovered were simply statues of the absolute crown. These statues radiated crown will, greatly enhancing any lesser or trueblood in their vicinity. They also provided powerful protection against reverents, which was why every stronghold was built around them.
Aside from this, Atticus also found out that the crown was divided into regions based on proximity to the center. The center of the domain housed the largest statue of the crown, radiating an overwhelming amount of crown will, and it was where the people known as the great three resided.
Finally, he also learned about the power system of the world. Levels, each divided into initial, mid, and peak. It was a refreshing change from the measuring system of the span, as Atticus had grown tired of counting the millions of worlds.
Regardless, he had also determined his current level, first by observing the gems embedded in his crown, and then confirming it through the system. He had arrived in this world at mid level one, but after defeating the reverent, he had reached peak level one. Atticus still found it difficult to fully grasp how power growth worked, as according to Gladious, the alpha had been initial level two.
Gladious also went on to explain other terminologies necessary for understanding power scaling, and Atticus absorbed them all.
The journey itself had been smooth so far. The reverents roamed the wild, hunting anything that possessed will. But they moved swiftly and without sound. As long as no will was used, the Reverents wouldn’t be able to detect them.
They covered large distances this way. Eventually, they arrived at a narrow path where they had to walk in pairs, a yawning drop stretching beneath them.
“Anything?”
Atticus glanced at Anorah, who had been silently clutching the sword in a tight grip.
“…nothing.”
Seeing the dimmed look in her eyes as she shook her head, Atticus let out a quiet sigh.
It had been days now, yet the blade hadn’t picked up any trace of her father. Anorah had remained mostly silent throughout the journey, but it was clear the weight of it rested heavily on her.
Then maybe he’s just not in the first crown.” he said, holding her hand in a quiet attempt at reassurance. “There’s nothing to worry about.”
Anorah tightened her hold on his arm, letting out a slow breath.
“Alright, what about this… think about what you’ll say to him when you finally meet. Only the good stuff.”
“What I’ll say to him…” Anorah muttered, her brows knitting slightly. To be honest, she hadn’t thought of anything like that. In her mind, it couldn’t be anything good.
Sensing her hesitation, he shifted the topic.
“Then what about this… think about what I’ll say to him. What do I even call him? Dad? Father? Hmm.”
Atticus frowned, slipping into thought. He really hadn’t considered it before, but he would be meeting the father of his woman soon. That would be a first for him…
“…you’re actually thinking about that?”
A soft giggle slipped from Anorah the next moment.
“…you’re laughing at me?”
“Haa… it’s just funny seeing you get worked up over something like this.”
Atticus frowned a little deeper.
“…I’m not worried.”
Anorah gave him a knowing look, shaking her head lightly.
“Yeah… sure.”
“Yo—”
Atticus was about to respond when a sharp scream suddenly cut through the air.
His head snapped back instantly. One of the people had slipped and was falling. A burst of golden will flared from the man, halting his descent mid-air.
Atticus’ eyes narrowed. He had used will.
A moment passed. Nothing happened. Then, through the thick fog just beneath the man, something flickered within it.