It was an insult of the highest order, one that immediately made Darius clench his hand so hard it drew blood. The disrespect was palpable.
Soon enough, multiple orb-shaped artifacts suddenly ascended behind them, and just like at the Bone City during the Leader’s Summit, large screens appeared all over the four cities of sector 3.
The remaining tier two families paused whatever they were doing, their gazes glued to the screen. The tier three families, along with ordinary citizens, did the same.
Inside a massive building on the north side of Ravenspire, two figures sat down, calmly watching the screen. They were both clad in identical clothing.
Each wore a deep blue attire, a traditional long coat that reached just below the knees. The outfit was neat, form-fitting, and designed for mobility, with silver-threaded edges lining the collar and cuffs, giving it a sharp, crisp look.
Across the chest of each man was a silver badge, embossed with the emblem of the human domain—a circle surrounding a clenched fist, symbolizing their duty to protect and maintain order.
These were members of the Sentinel Guardians, the police force of the human domain.
Considering the stars embroidered onto their left shoulders, it was clear they were high-ranking members—Shadow Commanders, the officers in charge of the guardians in Ravenspire.
“Is this really okay?” the more muscular man suddenly spoke. Given his distinct features and tattoos, he was clearly a member of the Frostbane family.
“Leaves a bad taste in my mouth too, but the Vermore family decided to join the war. They should face the consequences,” the second man answered without any emotion. He was from the Enigmalnk family.
“Still…”
“Stop worrying about useless things. Our job as Guardians might be to maintain order, but in truth, it’s to protect the weak from the strong—the tier one families from the other tiered families. But when the weak go looking for trouble, they will face the consequences.”
The man fell silent.
“Honestly, I’m more worried about the fact that they decided to broadcast the whole thing. And they sent those three together? It’ll be a massacre.”
The Sentinel Guardians existed to maintain peace. However, their abilities were very limited. The tier one families were the absolute rulers, and as long as they didn’t blatantly kill innocents or unleash unreasonable massacres, there was no need for the Guardians to step in their way.
War between families was allowed but governed by strict rules. Only family members would be involved, and it would not affect the lives of ordinary citizens. This was why, despite the current war, life in the sector continued as usual.
The two Guardians, along with the millions of citizens of sector 3, fixed their gazes on the figures on the screen.
Ketaro Ravenstein. Burodo Ravenstein. Sirius Ravenstein.
Everyone knew who Sirius Ravenstein was, but the other two men beside him were also famous across the human domain.
The air around them was calm and tamed. Despite being high in the sky, not a single breeze hit them.
The Three Titans. Ketaro and Burodo had been Sirius’s closest comrades back when he was in the Raven Vanguard air battalion.
When the three of them stood together, only destruction awaited.
The air above the Vermore army stilled, a suffocating pressure descending as Ketaro, Burodo, and Sirius Ravenstein floated in silence.
“I truly can’t wrap my head around their stupidity,” Ketaro remarked.
“Hehehe, you don’t have to. We’re only here to send a message. Right, Sirius?” Burodo responded with a creepy laugh, turning toward Sirius, who didn’t offer any response, his gaze fixed on the Vermore family fleet.
Darius soon pulled himself together and opened his mouth to speak, but Sirius had already reached the end of his patience. His voice was cold, cutting through the tense air. “No mercy for traitors.”
Without warning, Sirius raised his hand, and the winds responded fiercely.
In an area with a 400-meter radius, a sudden vacuum formed—a complete absence of air.
Despite already being aboard their airships, many of the warriors of the Vermore family suddenly gasped for breath, but there was none to be found. It was a strange, terrifying feeling. The remaining air in their lungs seemed to get siphoned by an unseen force.
The weaker ranks crumbled first. Their chests heaved violently, eyes wide with panic. Then they fell, faces turning blue as their lungs starved for air.
Darius and the elders of the Vermore family looked on in shock, but they weren’t given any chance to react. It all happened so fast.
Ketaro and Burodo acted next. The atmosphere around them thickened.
With a single nod from Burodo, the air twisted and compressed around the Vermore warships, creating crushing walls of wind.
The ships groaned under the pressure, metal bending and engines sputtering. Then—crack—the ships began to collapse, their hulls folding in on themselves as if squeezed by an unseen fist.
One by one, they plummeted from the sky like broken toys, smashing into the ground below.
Panic erupted in the Vermore ranks. Those who could still breathe looked on in horror.
Then, Ketaro snapped his fingers.
The air exploded around many of the warriors—shards of razor-sharp wind cutting through the ranks like invisible blades.
Blood sprayed, screams muffled by the roaring wind as men collapsed, their bodies sliced cleanly in half.
The Vermore family had a staggering number of men, but killing a few or an army of ants wasn’t that different in the face of overwhelming power.
Sirius took it further. With a simple gesture, those below the master+ rank in the battlefield felt an overwhelming pressure building up inside them before they imploded.
Their bodies contorted grotesquely as the air pressure increased within, blood vessels bursting and organs collapsing. Within seconds, they were nothing more than crumpled heaps, lifeless.
Ships rained from the skies, one after another. The once-mighty Vermore fleet was now nothing more than wreckage—twisted metal and broken bodies littering the battlefield.
Darius and the elders screamed in fury, launching themselves toward the trio in the air.
The grandmasters of the Vermore family, numbering close to one hundred, shot through the wrecked airships toward the Ravenstein trio.
Every citizen and allied family in Sector 3 watched in stunned silence, shivers running down their spines as Sirius, Ketaro, and Burodo effortlessly carried out a heart-wrenching massacre.
The cities fell into an eerie stillness. Hover cars stopped, people paused in their work to watch the brutal scene unfold, the streets flooded with people.
In merely minutes, the once-elaborate Vermore estate had been reduced to a large open hole in the ground.
Not a single person was left alive, except for Darius himself.
With just three individuals and in the span of minutes, the Ravensteins had annihilated a tier 2 family.
They were the madmen of the human domain.
