The man looked at the cracks in the sky. The cracks appeared to be stimulated by sothing, which made the man frown.
In the entire King's Clan, only he knew the origin behind these cracks. They weren't ordinary spatial cracks. They were remnants that were left behind when a man had sliced through the heaven multiple tis.
Normally, even if soone managed to cut through the space, the space would heal itself with the passage of ti. But these cracks hadn't healed, despite such a long ti being passed away.
The spatial cracks didn't even connect to another opening in the spatial tunnel. If one entered through the cracks, they couldn't create another opening. It was as if they had entered into a spatial purgatory.
After such a long ti, the cracks had finally shown so movent, but it wasn't towards closing. The fluctuations only lasted for a short mont before the spatial cracks stabilized once more.
The size of the cracks remained the sa. There was no change. If the man hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that it was only soone's hallucinations.
"Is this an on?" he mumbled to himself. "The person that made us hide from the rest of the world... The man that forced us into entering seclusion. The marks left behind by him... Is this a sign?"
He waited in the sky for a few minutes, to see if there were any further changes. After nothing happened, he returned to the room where the rchant Union Heiress was still waiting, filled with confusion.
"I would have to cut the eting short," he told the girl, before moving to his seventh son. He told his son to escort the girl to a guest room where she would be staying.
The girl was even more taken aback, as the man that was said to be able to hold up the entire sky with his hand, looked restless for so reason.
The Patriarch quickly left the room.
"It looks like sothing urgent ca up. Please follow ." The Seventh Son gracefully took the lead, and escorted the girl out.
He brought her to the ship of the rchant Union. He controlled the ship once more, to bring the girl to another region of their territory.
....
After leaving his palace, the Patriarch of the King Clan travelled hundreds of thousands of miles in a single step.
He appeared atop a mountain that was split by lava and snow on either side. He stood before a small house made on top of the mountain, and knocked on the door.
He kept knocking on the house, but there was no response.
"Sister... I know you are inside." He mumbled.
He was the leader of the Clan, but his voice didn't hold the sa authority when he talked before this seemingly ordinary hit. If anything, there was a sense of guilt in his voice.
If it was anyone else in the clan, they would have quickly opened the door and welcod the leader of the clan with glee. But the door of this ordinary hut didn't open.
Instead, a fierce wave of aura rushed out through the wooden walls of the hut. The aura sliced through the impenetrable defence of the man, leaving multiple scars on his body.
The man didn't try to protect himself either. He let his natural healing take place and heal his wounds, just as fast as they were appearing.
"I know that you are still angry about your-"
The man tried saying sothing, but the aura beca even more fierce. The man stopped speaking and sighed deeply.
"I have news about them," he said, and imdiately, the fierce aura disappeared like it was never there.
The door opened on its own. The middle aged patriarch entered the small hut, and caught a glimpse of a woman who looked extrely pale.
She had lived in this place for years, but the passage of ti was yet to catch up with her. She looked to be in her early thirties. Her face was yet to lose its charm, but her beautiful red eyes had already beco lifeless.
She was sitting near a window, looking outside. She didn't even glance back at her brother, even though they hadn't been face to face for over a decade.
"I assu you also saw the phenonon in the sky?" he asked the woman, who had a clear view of the cracks in the sky through the window.
Even after seeing that phenonon, she hadn't reacted in the least. She had already stopped caring about the clan's matter.
"You said you had news about them," she said.
It was the first ti in a long while that the man had heard the voice of his sister. But that beautiful voice was only filled with sadness and even so malice.
The man raised his head, and glanced at the walls, where two portraits were hung, albeit a little crookedly.
None of the portraits depicted the woman. In the left portrait, there was a small child who was only a few days old. He was dressed in small yet cute blue attire. In the other portrait, there was a child that was dressed in red.
Both the children looked completely identical, whether it was their face or any other characteristics. Both the children have the signature red eyes of the clan.
Normally, such characteristics like the red eyes only appeared in a clan mber after they turned eighteen years old. But in these two children, the signature blood red eyes were visible from their birth.
Looking at the portrait, the man couldn't help but rember the ti that these portraits were made. He was the person who had made these portraits that depicted his dear newborn nephews.
The mont was still fresh in his mind as if it was just yesterday when he was painting them. His sister was right next to him, repeatedly complaining that his art was failing to depict the true cuteness of her children.
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