Magus Supremacy Nove Chapter 963: Borfan’s Sons (1)

Chapter 963: Borfan’s Sons (1)

Chapter 963

STILL IN VAYUN!

LOCATION: DEMONIC CLAN!

In an area situated far away from civilization, making the entire region appear ostracized from the rest of the world, the wind howled softly.

It kicked up dry parchnt and debris, sending them scattering in erratic directions across the desolate landscape.

The whole place would have resembled a barren desert if it wasn’t for the tons of jagged rocks protruding out of the earth, transforming the terrain into a treacherous rocky slope.

There, a structure stood like a dark fortress.

From a long distance, it appeared to be a conventional building.

However, as one drew closer, the specific features and grim details of the architecture beca much clearer.

It was a gigantic mountain that looked as if a colossal fist had been broken off and dropped from the heavens, striking the earth in an inverted manner.

The giant mountain possessed a wide opening at the top where the wrist should have been.

When one leaped up high, disappearing into the dark mouth of the peak, a wave of intense heat would slam into them, drenching their skin in sweat almost imdiately.

Heading further down into the depths, the sweltering temperature would beco quite unbearable; however, if a person lived here long enough, they remained unaffected as they landed on sothing that swayed rhythmically like a pendulum.

It was a giant chain which stretched as far and wide as the eyes could see within the hollowed mountain.

These chains were as wide as a main road and appeared to be part of a set.

With how they were ticulously arranged, the interior looked like a three-story building; just below the first chain one would land on after vanishing into the mountain, a second chain swung six ters beneath.

And then, there was a third level of chains as well.

Inside the mountain, it looked as if a volatile volcano was nestled deep within the cavern.

Sounds and distant, guttural groans could be heard echoing from the different levels of the peak, proving the space was utilized for sothing more than re habitation.

If one jumped down from the initial chain onto the second level, they could observe and even hear people training.

Warriors went through a rigorous set of techniques while others walked across the swaying tal links, busy with various errands.

Descending to the third level, the distant groans faded into silence.

Instead, several heavy doors could be seen lining the area, leading to different chambers.

One of these doors led to the primary eting room where the elders and Borfan previously held their council.

But this ti, the room wasn’t being used for official faction business.

It was occupied by the children left behind by Borfan.

In the chamber, there should have been a round table and high-backed chairs, but there were none to be found.

The space was completely bare, with only four figures standing apart in the dim light.

Two particular figures stood side by side while looking across the expanse at the other two.

Da and Anna.

The two n standing opposite them were their older brothers.

One of the n looked incredibly muscular; his shirt barely fitted his massive fra as his hands remained crossed tightly over his chest.

There was a constant, deep-seated frown on his rough face.

He wore casual attire that should have toned down his nacing figure, but unfortunately, aside from shielding his nakedness, the clothing did nothing to mask his haunting presence.

His black hair fell calmly over his face, yet it seed to know its place, never once obscuring his vision.

His yellow eyes stared at his younger siblings with a piercing, interrogative look that felt as though it were stripping away their secrets.

A single earring dangled from his lobe, featuring the engraved image of a bull; it swung like a piece of enticing bait on a fishing rod with every slight tilt of his head.

The second figure appeared much more composed and tranquil—a stark contrast to the powerhouse standing beside him.

He possessed a lean fra, at least when compared to the hulking mass of his brother.

A thin scar traced the back of his neck, appearing to pulsate in tandem with every rhythmic breath he took.

His brown eyes were undeniably beautiful, yet they carried a deadly edge.

A persistent, fixed smile rested on his features; while such an expression should have eased a person’s trepidation, it sohow only served to heighten the terror he projected.

He was also dressed in casual attire that would have allowed him to blend into a crowd on a normal day, but his aura betrayed that facade.

Even though his energy wasn’t actively leaking, anyone standing before him would feel incredibly uneasy.

He was sowhat short, but not to the extent that he would be underestimated on the battlefield.

Around his waist, a brown gourd rested like a dormant weapon of mass destruction.

With his slight stature, modest height, and constant grin, it was difficult to fathom that he was actually the oldest sibling in the room.

This was Han Grimvale—Borfan Grimvale’s firstborn.

The scowling man beside him was the second child, Dan Grimvale.

Separately, they were formidable, but together, no one—not even Borfan himself—would dare to cross them.

They were notorious for being utterly scary and loose.

Uncontrolled. Wild. Untad. And entirely unpredictable.

"Ah... it’s been how long?" Han muttered, his usual smile widening as he scanned the bare room cautiously.

"Ah, yes. It has been three years since we last set foot within the clan. That was our designated punishnt for ’accidentally’ wiping an annoying clan off the map."

As he spoke, he chuckled deeply, as if the mory of that massacre was a source of great amusent.

Dan snorted, his arms remaining crossed over his massive chest as he eyed Da, who looked as though he were on the verge of collapsing.

The younger brother was paralyzed; images of past torture, insults, and physical abuse at the hands of the duo crashed into his mind like a tidal wave.

When they had initially received their exile, Da had felt a profound sense of relief that he wouldn’t have to face them again.

Yet, here they were, staring him down.

He wanted to puke from the sheer stress of their presence.

However, a gentle, subtle tap of Anna’s foot against his seed to anchor his nerves.

’That’s right. They were terrifying once, but I have encountered a much more frightening individual since then. Yeah... I doubt they would stand a chance against him.’

As the image of the Supre Magus settled in his mind, Da gulped silently while eting the gaze of his brothers.

’... I can’t forget that they are both high-stage eight warriors. But Grey... Grey is a stage eight warrior now, too.’