"Those were happier tis," the Patriarch mumbled with a rare softness in his voice as his gaze lingered on the portraits.
He quickly composed himself, rembering the urgency of his visit. "The fluctuations in the cracks that were created by that person's sword. What do you think of it? Could he be alive? Or is this just a coincidence?"
His sister rose slowly from her seat by the window, her movents stiff as if she hadn't moved in years. The pale fabric of her dress brushes against the wooden floor. She walked towards him, her lifeless eyes never leaving him.
He rembered the day vividly. The day those accursed cracks first appeared. With a single swing of his sword, the man had managed to split apart the heaven into multiple fractures.
"The man who did this," the woman's voice was low, yet cold. "The one whose arrogance scarred the heavens and stole my children."
"If he is indeed alive, then we might be able to leave this place and return to the Upper Realm," he said, in response the woman glared at him coldly.
He was only concerned about returning to the Upper Realm, and freeing themselves from this curse. But for her, it didn't matter.
The man felt a cold chill when he saw the woman's gaze. He almost shivered, despite being the Patriarch of the King Clan.
"Of course, the thing which is more important is to find out the whereabouts of your children," he subconsciously clarified that he hadn't forgotten about the twins.
The woman walked towards the portrait, and her fingers brushed against the portrait. She had never once lost hope of reuniting with her children, even though many in the clan believed that the children must have died already.
Only the Clan Leader kept convincing her that her children would be alive. She wasn't even sure if he actually believed that, or if he had kept saying that so that she didn't lose hope and go berserk like the last ti.
"The man didn't seem to have any intention to kill them. I'm sure they would have grown up healthy and strong just like you and their father. Who knows, my nephews might already be as tall as by now."
The woman's fingers brushed down the portrait, until they had nothing to hold onto. Her hand weakly fell down and she looked back at her brother.
"Haven't I already managed to establish a connection with the rchant Union? With their help, I'm certain we will soon find the whereabouts of my nephews."
For decades, they had tried to send soone out to find his nephews and the man that had sealed them here. But unfortunately, the curse on their bloodline prevented them from leaving this Territory.
They had almost given up hope until a man accidentally entered their realm. Through that man, they learned of all the changes that had happened in the last few decades in the upper realm.
They had considered for quite so ti before deciding on establishing a connection with the rchant Union.
Although the rchant Union wasn't stronger than the Ancient Families, their resources in the Upper Realm was nothing to scoff at. They had great reach across multiple realms.
More importantly, as rchants, their greed definitely overpowered their hostility and fear. They controlled the man and sent them out to establish a contact with the rchant Union.
Through the next few interactions, they had managed to arrange this eting. And to show their sincerity, the rchant Union Leader even sent his own daughter.
It was partially because the man was inherently greedy and didn't want to lose the opportunity to establish a connection with the clan that once ruled over the upper realm.
The second, and more important reason was because he was scared. He didn't really know that the King's Clan was cursed and couldn't leave this realm without breaking the curse.
Just like the entire Upper Realm, the rchant union also didn't know the real reasons behind the King's Clan leaving the upper realm and secluding themselves here.
The rchant Union Leader was still scared. What if he offended the King Clan, and the Clan sent soone to annihilate his entire family?
The greed and fear worked as a perfect balance and he decided to contact the rchant Union, despite them being the biggest enemies of the Upper Realm.
They knew that if the Ancient Families learned about this, then they might lose a lot of business. Even the entire Union might be at the verge of destruction. That's why, he only told this to those that were trusted by the union.
As the rchant Union Leader, he could control the life and death of mbers that were at least elevated to a branch leader position. There was no possibility of betrayal. Still, he acted extrely cautiously.
Finally, the rchant Union delegation had arrived at the King's Realm, still not aware about what the King's Clan wanted from them. This was no more than a goodwill visit.
"With their strength, they will definitely find my nephews. It is only a matter of ti before they return to us," the middle aged man consoled his sister, who couldn't control herself.
A tear trickled down her fair cheeks, as she finally saw the possibility of her children returning to her.
The man stepped forward, and wiped the tears of his sister. "Shouldn't my little sister save her precious tears?"
The man had always felt guilty towards his sister. Despite being the strongest in the Upper Realm during his peak years, he had failed to save his nephews.
"I promise you. I will find my nephews, and bring them back. The man who took my nephews... he will pay dearly!"
Even since he was sealed with his clan, he had been honing his strength, all with the goal to have revenge on the man who could even cut the heaven in half.
Despite being cut from the upper realm, the King Clan hadn't weakend. If anything, they had only beco stronger.
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