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Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Loud
Chapter 392 – Loud
While Serena was making a huge decision regarding her own fate and that of the Warborn, Kaden himself was now inside the training room of his father, the Space Cracks.
Compared to his mother’s void realm, where there was hardly a concept of direction or anything of that sort, his father’s training ground was quite different.
For once, Garros, like Dain, was born with the kind of physical strength that was sickening to even see.
It was as if their bodies were not made of flesh and bones, but of steel and something far stronger and heavier... gold.
That was exactly why the whispers in Waverith called Dain a Conqueror of Old, a peerless Golden Griffin, marked by the Celestial Beast itself.
That was why Kaden was not surprised to enter the training ground and feel gravity so high that, even with all his strength, he felt the creak of his bones and the squeals of his muscles.
Prometheus silently cursed.
He slowly lifted his head, taking in the sight of the strange place in a single glance.
All around, the space seemed to be wrapped, wavering constantly, as if choked by too much power.
The ground was a sea of glass — silver, glossy, yet irritably loud at a single step.
Overhead, the sky was a mesmerizing tapestry of broken shards of space put together clumsily.
It was white, mirror-like, reflecting everything that existed on the ground.
That made it quite confusing, able to give anyone a deep headache if they stared too long.
In the middle of this strange space was etched a small pit, clearly widened by bare hands to form something like a pool.
There, Kaden could see his father, naked, swimming inside water made of liquefied space.
At the edge of the pool stood a sword, enormous and seemingly made of glass. It looked fragile. But appearances could fool even the wisest of men.
The sword stood eight feet tall, two-handed, and wide enough to fit the whole body of Kaden inside. On it were marking runes that constantly blinked in and out of existence.
Sensing his arrival, Garros parted his eyes away from the small storm of space energy created by his thunderous breathing and rested his crimson eyes on his son.
Immediately, his mouth stretched into a wide, bloody grin before his voice boomed through the Space Cracks,
"Youngest!"
Kaden sensed his internal organs quiver, visibly feeling the sound wave slam into him because of Garros’s voice.
"Come, youngest!" he said, eagerly making a beckoning gesture at him with his hand dripping with liquid space. "I have been told that you are going back today. It must be a goodbye then, right?"
Kaden nodded. He stretched the scope of his sword intent outward, coating himself protectively.
The ridiculous gravity was then killed, making him able to move correctly without staggering.
"Yes," he answered his father, his feet stepping on the glassy shards, shattering noise blasting all around, "I am here to say my goodbyes."
Briefly, his eyes shifted to his father’s Origin, the colossal sword. Compared to Nixie, Aeron was calmer and seldom talked, even with him.
Kaden often wondered how such an Origin could be in the hands of his loud father.
And each time his thoughts led him there, Reditha came to mind. Then, somehow, he would understand.
He was so different from that rude girl, after all.
’I can actually hear you.’ Reditha snickered.
’Good. It was meant to be heard.’
Finally, he arrived at the edge of the pool and stopped there. He crouched down, then sat on the glassy floor cross-legged, staring at his father.
"I know mother already reassured me," Kaden began, placing both hands on his knees, "but I want to make sure I will not return to see nothing but blood and ashes here."
Garros barked a laugh, the water rippling. "You are thinking too hard, youngest. Nothing has yet been confirmed about a possible war against any of them."
He said this while poking his index finger into the silver, glassy water reaching his chest.
"For once, my boy, we will not seek war without trying some kind of discussion to settle things peacefully. I trust Heavens, Ouroboros, and most importantly Orator for that matter. I am no good with talking, my boy, you see."
At his action, part of the water crystallized, solidified, and became space itself.
"How are things going, then?" Kaden asked, watching as Garros withdrew his finger and the water returned to normal.
For a musclehead like Garros, his control over mana and space was at a level Kaden could hardly believe.
Even now.
"Not so bright," King Progeny said honestly, "but nothing to worry about, youngest. We will seek peace through words because we do not wish to kill our own people unnecessarily. But..."
Garros grinned wider, and his crimson pupils glowed before fracturing like glass. Each fractured part ignited in silvery flames — cold, merciless, and somehow oily.
Around the Space Cracks, a ubiquitous presence crashed down heavily, coming from everywhere and anywhere, even though Kaden knew well his father was the origin.
Yet at that instant, it felt like his father was space itself. And he was everywhere around him.
Kaden sucked in a deep breath, feeling his heart quicken slightly under such pressure.
Prometheus had fought Epithet and even killed an Elderling. Yet his father... his father was someone he would not wish to fight for anything in the world.
Just then, his thoughts were severed clean, his attention dragged back to the present as his father’s voice wrecked his inner mind,
"But you know us, youngest. We are the Warborn. We never flee wars. We never flee blood paths. We make the blood paths. So if they wish to fight us that much, then my armies are ready. The trumpet of war is ready to be blasted."
"Will you win?" Kaden asked, staring into the fearsome eyes of his father.
"Win?" Garros exploded into uncontrollable laughter, then calmed just as fast, eyes serious. "War is war, youngest. No one wins in war except the dead. The living always lose. We all lose."
"The game is to make the opponents lose bigger and harder."
"And if it is only a matter of destruction," he pointed at his Origin and then at himself, "I am Garros Warborn. And I am destruction itself."
At his words, Kaden fell silent, sinking his starry eyes deep into Garros’s own, finding nothing but utter seriousness behind them.
He allowed a faint smile, then sighed and looked overhead.
"Then, father," he murmured, "I will count on you to be what you are. Destruction."
King Progeny laughed, mirth dripping from his eyes. "And I will count on you, youngest, to be exactly who you are."
"Ah well, count that done. How easy it is to be anything but who you are? Anyway, it’s time to go." Kaden said.
"Wait!" Garros called out, slowly moving out of the water. "You don’t need any advice? Any last words before we meet again?"
Kaden immediately winced. "Bloody hell, no! Let’s leave it at this, father. Doing such a thing will jinx us. I know what I am talking about."
"Not even—!"
"Don’t hurt yourself too much, father!" Kaden said at last, smirking, his body flickering like a candle in a howling wind, "but hurt them well, and deeply, if they dare to seek war against those born for war."
Then his body disappeared, the last thing he heard being the thunderous laughter of his father, accompanied by his words,
"I will do much more than just hurt, youngest. As for you, be strong, be honorable. And come back to us!"
Then absolute darkness.
...
"HOWWWWLLLLLL!"
A thunderous howl crashed into Kaden’s ears as he appeared in Fokay.
Dazed, Kaden felt himself bump into someone — a man in adventure-like clothes — making him topple backward onto a table full of half-eaten food and empty glasses of wine or something along those lines.
The man gritted his jagged teeth, snapped his head upward, his lips pursed and ready to spout all kinds of atrocities.
Yet all of it was gulped down as his eyes settled on the crimson starry eyes of Kaden.
He stood transfixed for a moment, then, in sudden fearful realization, scrambled to his feet, twisted his body, and ran while shouting apologies.
Kaden’s eyebrows knitted together as he twisted his head around, finding himself in something like a tavern made for people to drink, eat, and dance.
In the middle of the tavern, a wide empty space had been cleared. There, two lines facing each other — one composed of males and the other of females — stood.
Kaden was at the end of the men’s line, facing a charming black-haired woman who gave him a sly wink accompanied by a flying kiss when their eyes met.
’Where am I?’ he wondered in absolute bewilderment, before everything was sent flying away as a loud voice rumbled through the wide tavern,
"NOW, MY HOWLERS, IT’S TIME TO DANCEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
A chorus of howls rang out inside the tavern.
Then, perfectly in sync, the men and women of each line bowed to each other. Music started playing, and everyone began to dance.
The men and women moved fluidly, each approaching the other at the center of the wide empty space, moving with rhythm — one step right, left, half twist, full twist to the other side.
Then the music died down, and everyone changed partners, all while dancing.
It was a sight to behold.
Kaden found himself dancing with a lady who mocked him for sucking at dancing.
Somehow annoyed, with his rapid perception and intelligence, he learned how to dance instantly.
In strange ways, Kaden began to dance with woman after woman, perfectly in rhythm, switching from one to another.
Around them, everyone was shouting and laughing, the air filled with too many scents to pinpoint any single odor.
The dancers laughed, each one having the opportunity to dance with everyone as they constantly switched.
Kaden smiled, dancing with a cute yellow-haired girl with a shy smile who blushed every time he looked at her.
He winked at her, then the music faded, signaling a switch, and he did.
There, he took the hands of the next woman. Immediately, Kaden felt the difference.
The first thing he noticed was her hair, white and long, with multiple rings knotted into it.
Each movement she made produced a loud clicking sound.
Then he lifted his eyes, taking in the soft rose of her lips, and how her ears were riddled with multiple earrings coupled with a piercing at her nose.
He lifted his gaze even further and came to see the ruby-red eyes of the woman, shining with an enchanting yet hollow glow.
Finally, Kaden took in the full face of the woman. The woman did the exact same.
BADUM—!
And as they danced, music pounding against their eardrums...
Both Kaden’s and Rea’s eyes snapped open in shock as recognition flashed inside their minds.
—End of Chapter 392—