Life After Prison

Clarkin had a gloomy and vicious expression as he left the Grandiuno Sect. He breathed heavily, gripped by anger and frustration.

Even though he had mobilized all his paragon-level elders to the Grandiuno Sect and went with them to the battle, the outcome had dealt a severe blow to the Gahrrs’s pride. Embers of fury raged within Clarkin as he let out a sky-piercing roar.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“I’ll remember this day, Oskar! I’ll get my revenge on you eventually!”

The similarly dour-faced Favian approached Clarkin and asked, ”

Sir, are we going to let Severin off just like that?” As the Gahrrs’ Great Elder, Favian could not help but resonate with some of the anger and disrespect that the Gahrrs had experienced.

He felt helpless to do anything about it for the simple fact that Oskar was stronger than all of them. Their only hope was Clarkin, but even he was no match for Oskar.

Clarkin cocked an eyebrow and smiled sinisterly. “Not a chance! I won’t let the deaths of our prodigy and our elders be in vain!”

Though he remained apprehensive of Oskar’s strength, he adamantly refused to let Severin escape retribution. Their recent disgraceful retreat from the Grandiuno Sect’s entrance had surely spread throughout Southsky by then, and Clarkin was about to just let the matter rest after their humiliation.

Clarkin then said coldly, “I heard that the Deifirm Sect has a grudge against Severin too. I will be heading for the Deifirm Sect to seek help from their sect leader!”

Severin had killed one of the Deifirm Sect’s prodigies during a prior treasure hunt in the Artic Heights, thus sparking animosity between him and the sect.

Severin would not been dead had Oskar not intervene, and the Deifirm Sect was unlikely to forgive such a feud that easily.

Having quelled his anger slightly, Clarkin instructed Favian, ”

Bring our clansman back home. I’ll make my way to the Deifirm Sect!” He then transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

Over half an hour later, a towering mountain peak emerged on the horizon.

Surrounded by lush trees and enveloped in a white mist consisting of the surrounding spiritual energy, the entire placed resembled a celestial abode.

Clarkin had arrived at the Deifirm Sect.

After announcing his identity to the person guarding the entrance, Clarkin was promptly welcomed inside.

Clarkin was invited to sit in the main hall, and he was served a cup of hot tea. However, his thoughts were elsewhere, as the sect leader was nowhere to be seen even after he had waited for more than half an hour.

Clarkin began to wonder if Jason refused to see him when a hearty laughter echoed from outside. A burly middle- aged man then stepped foot into the hall.