Erion noted two critical details. None of the Obsidian Order had access to exo-suits—the suits were too closely monitored by the human alliance.
This narrowed down the list of suspects, though it was still minute. But what truly shocked Erion was the sheer strength emanating from the intruder, despite being at master- rank.
He was absolutely sure that it wasn’t false— Erion’s bloodline granted him an acute sensitivity to mana, and he could feel that the intruder was most definitely a master- rank.
A cold voice sounded.
“Who are you?”
Erion’s voice was calm, but the tension in the area was unmistakable. The entire hall fell silent, every warrior on edge.
The figure didn’t respond, only giving a simple, dismissive glance around the room. His gaze was cold and indifferent, sending a shiver down the spines of many who met it.
“Lucy,” Erion called, glancing subtly at his gothic crew member.
His gaze sharpened when he noticed her trembling, her eyes wide with fear.
Each member of Erion’s crew had a unique bloodline, which set them apart from the others.
Lucy’s was similar to the Psyquillian family bloodline but still different. She could sense the emotions and intentions of others, and the moment the intruder had entered, she had used her ability.
But instead of fear, anger, or any normal emotion considering the current situation, all Lucy could sense was an intense, terrifying calmness, coupled with a cold indifference.
She knew what this meant—this intruder saw them as nothing more than ants, insignificant and beneath him.
Her heart raced, and she muttered under her breath, “A-a monster,” before screaming, “Erion! He’s dangerous!”
Erion’s gaze turned icy, and he barely had time to react before a crimson blur filled his vision.
‘What?!’ Erion’s heart raced, his mind frantically trying to command his body to move, to react. But it was futile—a black sword was already inches from piercing his heart.
Time seemed to slow as Erion felt the cold sting of fear for the first time in years. But before the blade could reach his chest, he felt a massive force slam into his side, sending him flying sideways.
The sword sliced through his arm, blood gushing out as he crashed into the ground, rolling to a stop.
“Kellack! Be careful!” Lucy warned
But Kellack, the katana wielder, only grinned, a spark of life igniting in his previously dead eyes. He ignored Lucy’s warning, his focus entirely on Atticus.
Large explosions erupted from Kellack’s limbs as he redirected his momentum, his body hurtling toward Atticus with blinding speed, his right hand gripping his katana tightly.
“I’ve been wanting to battle another katana wielder. Brandish your katana!”
But as Kellack closed in, his excitement was doused by a cold, disdainful voice. “You don’t deserve that regard. Weakling.”
Kellack’s heart froze. He had never been disregarded in such a way in his life. “I’ll make you eat those words!” he roared, his hair turning an intense white and elongating behind him in formless waves.
The ground beneath him buckled, and his aura exploded, his muscles tensing with raw power.
“Katana Art: Azure Cyclone!”
Kellack’s katana erupted from its sheath, radiating a blinding blue light as explosions rippled across his body, propelling him forward at impossible speeds.
His blade moved like a storm, creating a vortex of sharp, azure slashes that converged on Atticus in an instant.
Kellack grinned, his confidence in his attack palpable. His bloodline allowed him to create explosions from any part of his body and It’s versatility during battle was immense.
An intense smile formed on Kallack’s face as he unleashed one of his powerful attacks. He along with the other crew members were in the master+ rank.
He had already noted that Atticus was in the master- rank and although he was fast, Kellack specialized in adrupt burst of speed.
In essence, he believed his speed was unmatched. Which was why he wasn’t surprised when he saw that Atticus wasn’t able to react or move as his attack approached.
But the next moment shattered Kellack’s confidence. Atticus’s figure blurred, disappearing from sight.
Kellack’s eyes widened, and before he could react, a powerful leg slammed into his head with bone crushing force, sending him hurtling backward, headfirst.
Time seemed to resume, and the entire hall registered what had just happened. Erion had almost died, and Kellack had been sent flying with a single, devastating kick.
“Ahhhhh!”
A roar erupted from behind. The slender woman with the commanding presence amongst Erion’s crew member had erupted in a yellow glow that enveloped her entire body.
Her muscles strained and grew slightly, glowing with compact power. Her expression, once calm, had twisted into one of intense anger as she charged at Atticus with tremendous force.
But she wasn’t alone. The beastial man’s aura exploded as his body transformed into a massive beast with limbs large like hammers. The ground trembled beneath his weight as he surged toward Atticus, his eyes blazing with fury.
The two of them unleashed powerful punches that tore through the air with destructive force. But before their fists could connect, two hands appeared on their path.
Their punches landed with titanic impact, snake-like cracks spreading across the sturdy floor before imploding in a large radius.
But their gazes trembled as they saw Atticus hadn’t budged an inch. He stood unmoving, like an impenetrable wall.
They felt their fists crack as his grip tightened on their wrists, and with brutal force, he slammed them both into the ground, knocking the air out of their lungs.
The other members of the Obsidian Order were in shock. Atticus had just effortlessly defeated the strongest group in this settlement!
The fact that he had done it casually only made the situation worse! A sense of dread began to spread through the ranks.
Despite the overwhelming display of power, chaos still erupted in the hall.
“Let’s get that bastard!”
“Attack together!”
The hall was instantly filled with a blinding array of lights as every single person activated their bloodlines, each one different and unique from the last.
Brutal attacks rained down on Atticus from all sides, the warriors charging at him with murderous intent.
But Atticus was already in motion.
A streak of crimson tore through the ranks, moving faster than the eye could follow. Heads were severed from bodies as Atticus weaved through the onslaught with inhuman speed.
Every swing of his morphed sword was calculated and movement impossible to follow.
