“What the hell happened?” Grandfathered demanded with a grim expression as he eyed me along with my guards.

“Salazar, that bastard is a demon. Kill him now!” Yarmor shouted as he pushed his mangled body out from the crater, blood racing down his body as he gasped for air.

With contempt radiating from me, I snapped as a virtual image appeared, clearly revealing everything that occurred from beginning to end. A look of terror clouded Yarmor face, but he still bellowed, “He placed a bounty on my families head,”

“So what, ” I said cruelly, “This is the price you will pay for this transgression.”

A complicated expression masked everyone as they heard my words, but I could care less. Yarmor was in the heavenly realm far above me. It would be suicide to try to defeat him as I am now.

“Revoke this bounty now, Arsène; we do not kill family members,” Grandfather said before turning to Yarmor.

“as for you…”

“No,” my cold voice sounded, cutting him off, “They die, or he dies; I don’t care about this fucking rule. A heavenly realm master tried to kill me. Was it not for my guards, I would be dead,” I said, not caring for my disrespect

Salazar’s face twisted as his palm swept across my face. Blood burst from my lips, but my eyes remained cold and sinister, “Even if you kill me, they will still die. While the snow is a powerful family, I already control the majority of Asterion’s economy. I have thousands of contingency in case of my death.”

Growing pale grandfather trembled, but a powerful hand gripped his shoulder as Grey stepped forward towards me, “Are you threatening the House of Snow, Arsène Snow.” Grey asked softly, his tone mild and light.

“Threatening? You know me, Grey, do you think I need to threaten people. The king of this nation fell to my plot I created years ago, ” With a pause, I looked towards Yarmor, “I earned my spot within this family, I created massive revenue for all of you. I increased your cultivation resources and much more. Did you think I did that out of the kindness of my heart?

“Just as the Snow Expect loyalty from its descents, so too do I. Yarmor tried to murder me, so I asked what will you do about it. ”

Turning to my parents, I bowed, “thank you for your help, ” I said with a warm smile, “were it not for you, I would have died. ”

“…Sene…what are you doing,” Mother asked, her voice shaking as her throat seemed to tighten up.

Smiling bitterly, I turned to Grey, who gave me a cold, knowing look deep within his eyes, ” Kill Him, or I walk,” I said

“What!!!” Salazar shouted.

Looking at the various people that were gathering, I smiled inwardly, “What will it be, dear uncle,”

“Then walk, Arsène,” He said without a final thought, causing me to laugh inwardly. Knowing Grey was acting the best he could, I coldly glared at the man covered in blood, “I will be seeing you again one day.”

No one said anything but tears filled Mother’s face as she gripped me, pleading with grandfather. A bitter feeling gripped my heart as I stared at mother. This was all a play for me to distance myself from the Snows. I had originally wanted to do so after the war council, but Yarmor gave me a more believable reason to do so earlier. Peeling her off my body, I kissed her cheek, sending her a loving look. “Come visit me when you have time, mama.”

Falling to my knees, I kowtow towards my mother and father, “Thank you both,” I said as a tear fell from my face.

Everything came with a price, yes, everything. My fame will be rising soon, especially after I meet with the king, and I need to distance myself from my loved ones. With a final Kowtow, I left, stepping to one of my companies carriages, where surprisingly, Yura was awaiting me. She gave me a sharp stare before pointing towards her stomach.

Not feeling like entertaining her, the carriage took off, leaving a place I have lived for fourteen years. With a bitter expression, I closed my eyes, resuming my cultivation.

As time began to pass, the carriage slowly came to a stop before I walked out alongside Yura. Before us stood an elegant yet modern-looking mansion. Something I had created years ago for when I finally left the Snow house.

Pushing the dusty doors open, I stared at what would be my new home. Yura had a surprising look as nothing within Pendragon had such an aesthetic look to it.

“There are ten rooms. Pick one; I will call some workers tomorrow,” I said before heading to the master bedroom, flopping to the bed.

“Young master, are we good to go?” A cold, monotone voice asked,

“yes, open up the various branches across pendragon. How has the infiltration within the Order of Shadows been going.” I asked, not bothering to look towards the shadow within my room.

“We have not been able to join, but we discovered the leader’s name; it is Damion Asterion.” The Shadow said, bringing a light smile to my face.

“Keep trying; what about our organization within the other two countries.” I inquired, “Has anyone been discovered yet.”

“No, my lord, both the cities of Zlarmery and Frusphia has both been lined. Only awaiting your orders,” Shadow said with a pause, “But are you really willing too…my lord,”

Rising out of my bed, I eyed the young man dressed in all black, his features hidden behind the shadows of his hood, “Second thoughts?” I coldly asked, “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think. This is a war, not a competition.”

“My apologies,” he said with a bow, “Both Godwin’s and Romga’s capitals have been set. We shall begin lining Pendragon tonight. It will take about a month, assuming nothing happens.” Shadow voiced before vanishing.

A light smile came to my face as I walked out on the balcony looking at the orange rays of sunlight hovering over the horizon. Blood was soon going to grace this city, with the death of the First prince of Godwin.

“Once Marquess Dra’s network is within my hands, the hunt will officially begin. The Light of Ashna will soon feel my wrath.”