"I'm not surprised that the Gahrrs' royal paragon would personally intervene and bring over so many of their elders," Celeste muttered. The chasm that separated her and Severin seemed to widen with every passing moment.
Over on a secluded spiritual island near the Fifth Mountain, Raymond found himself dumbfounded upon learning of what happened. He reflected on Severin's journey in the sect over the past year, from Severin's rise to fame, then his feats against Sian and Uzair in the Artic Heights, and finally the recent escape from the clutches of a level nine paragon. It was simply too surreal to imagine.
If the figure outside the entrance was someone other than the Gahrrs' royal paragon, Raymond would have assumed that the person came after being invited by Severin. He chuckled bitterly and muttered, "You could've just killed their elders and be done with it, Severin. Why'd you have to go after their prodigy?"
Clarkin's stern countenance outside the sect led Raymond to believe that there was no easy way out of the situation.
Over at another spiritual island, this time near the Second Mountain, Spencer—the third-place winner in the sect tournament—opened his eyes in disbelief. The details of Severin's conflict with the Gahrrs left Spencer shocked to the core.
"Severin probably never even revealed his full strength during the tournament..."
Amused by the helplessness in Oskar's tone, Severin chuckled in response. "You need to get justice for me, Sect Leader! I had no choice but to fight back, and I was lucky to escape certain death too."
The surrounding elders were left speechless at how Severin downplayed his perilous escape after killing the Gahrrs' strongest individuals. Oskar decided to cut the conversation short and assured Severin. "Don't worry. I'll seek justice for you."
After all, Severin was Grandiuno Sect's prodigy, as well as the Grandiuno Sacred Land's preparatory disciple. Oskar had a hunch that Severin could become a supreme paragon—or even take it a step further to reach celestialhood—in less than a century. There was no time like the present to make amends.
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