Cleaver Of Sin

Chapter 1018: Anger And Disappointment

As everyone was talking, Thalric stood at the side as he didn’t really join in any discussion. He raised a hand and stared at it for a moment, then clenched his fist as veins snaked upwards, as he resolved to intensify his own training, which was already intense enough. But he planned to cut off any leisurely activities, sleeping, eating, walking around, resting, reading.

He would shave off time from all these and invest it all into his training. After all, this was a family vacation battle, and he hadn’t participated. How could he just take such a scene lying down?

Wuthenya even had to save him countless times, as the shockwave blasts from the ongoing battles nearly killed him numerous times. But it seemed Wuthenya had thought of this and was always there to save him.

’Before, I was the second weakest, and now I’m the weakest,’ he thought to himself. His blood was boiling, not from anger, but from the resonance of all Wargraves participating in battles that put their lives on the line collectively.

’Will I be able to overtake Ash?’ he thought to himself for a moment, then sighed with a shake of his head as though he was giving up on the matter. But he wasn’t. He would simply do the best he could, and anything else was beyond him.

After all, he knew Ash was a talent that everybody recognized as being higher than Malrik’s.

The Eighth Moon, Broomy... ahem, Olivia, walked towards Asher with her soul-bound broom on her shoulder. Even with her Time affinity, her opponents had still been able to inflict deep injuries upon her, which she simply healed by reversing time at that point in reality, although it drained an enormous amount of Astra energy. But she could foot the cost anyway.

”So, brother, between you and Arianna, who unleashed such an attack that was able to leave such a scar?” she asked, stating an obvious question that everyone seemed to be ignoring.

While they might have been used to scars being left on battlefields by Crownstar Life Rankers, everyone knew this was Asher’s and Arianna’s battlefield.

Olivia wanted to jump to the conclusion that her brother was the one who had unleashed such an attack, but she had to at least show respect for the Black Disaster’s daughter. After all, she too possessed the means to unleash such a calamitous attack.

At her question, it finally dawned on everybody, their eyes looking around the battlefield as they took it in. Malrik simply smiled as he already knew the answer. After all, he had simply killed Threshold XI in about ten minutes, as the guy was simply too weak compared to him.

Then he spent the rest of the time moving from one of his siblings’ battlefields to another to investigate their progress. Of course, he never interfered, but only watched as the obsessed big brother that he was. Even if Solaris didn’t say anything about anyone dying, Malrik was always on guard and ready to react at any time.

Arianna, seeing the attention turn towards her, simply shook her head as she gestured towards Asher with her head. Asher, now seeing everyone fall on him, couldn’t help but give a tired sigh.

”I don’t have the power to unleash such an attack. I was only able to do so because I fell into a Trance,” he explained.

The Seventh Moon’s eyes, Mary, immediately lit up as she closed the distance between her and Asher, teleporting directly as she spoke.

”Tell me more,” she stated. She had always been fascinated by the trance state and enlightenment. She knew people gained outrageous things from them, but she had never fallen into such a state.

Asher couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu as he replied, ”Now is probably not the right place and time to go into detail,” he replied to his elder sister.

Hearing Asher’s words, Mary’s excitement immediately deflated, as she knew Asher wasn’t lying. They couldn’t exactly spend too much time within this battlefield. It was common sense to always leave immediately afterward.

The other Wargraves began to look through the battlefield, both Elders, Great Elders, and Azaron himself, each of them studying the scar as they wondered what power Asher had unleashed. They could sense the immense Star Energy in the air that was a result of remnants from the battle, since Asher had been using it throughout the fight.

After looking around and investigating for a moment, they all gave up. All they knew was that it was related to his Star Energy and his Star Form, nothing else. They would ask about it later back at the Wargrave Estate. They now had two things to inquire about: his Star Energy, true affinity, and this attack that mirrored the horror of a Crownstar Life Ranker.

But it had to be clarified that although Asher’s final attack could leave a scar on the world, it wasn’t enough to injure a Soulstar Life Ranker, or even ruffle the hair of a Crownstar Life Ranker.

As for Asher, he was angry at the moment, or rather, disappointed in every single one of his family members, ranging from Azaron to the Great Elders and Elders, even his siblings. As for why he was angry and disappointed in everyone, it was simply because of what they had let him witness: their deaths.

What kind of family would allow their family member to experience such a scene? Asher, for one, wouldn’t let his own children experience it. But these people stood here, laughing and smiling as though nothing had happened, as though they had done nothing.

Although he knew that not everyone would be involved, after all, Azaron could just give the order as the Duke and Primarch, and nobody would tell him, after all, it was an order from above.

’Truly a group of mad people,’ Asher thought to himself in pure disappointment.

Personally, he was sort of more disappointed in Malrik. He was someone he, Asher, could always count on, but it seemed...

Asher sighed again. He was the only normal person here, the only sane person here. He couldn’t help but consider the fact that maybe, just maybe, Azaron had made his siblings experience such things once in their lives.

Although Asher was angry and disappointed, he couldn’t help but remember Azaron and Malrik storming the Separate Dimension for him, standing against Cindralis, who had tried turning him into a slave.

He couldn’t help but remember Malrik storming the Lux Vanthelmor Imperial Palace because the Emperor had tried to manipulate his mind.

He remembered the entire Elders and Great Elders moving, Azaron himself fighting the Emperor and destroying the Capital city. They literally committed treason for him.

How many parents and relatives could do such a thing for their own child? They might have swept the matter under the rug just because Zolthemir was the ”Emperor.”

He couldn’t help but remember waking up to Malrik sitting within his room throughout the two days he was unconscious after his battle with Debro, and how the man had eagerly gone to that battlefield to take on whoever was there.

His mind also moved to Valentine, how Azaron had wiped the Assassin Guild at their main base, and how Malrik had traveled the entire Empire within seconds and erased their bases and assassins that were scattered throughout the Empire.

And not only that, when he was given the Fruit Of Dawn, the Wargraves had stepped forward, ready to take on the world for him, just so he could eat the Fruit Of Dawn without obstruction..

And now, they stood against the entire Convergence Organization to protect him who was their goal.

Each feat was more immense than the last, as any family that even took on a singular powerhouse that the Wargraves had taken on within the past two years would suffer immense losses, but they had taken them on and walked out with nothing but victory.