The Transcendent Godslayer-Chapter 92: Rifts: Close Shave

It seemed to be one roadblock after another for the Saints in Ares, each of them chasing one particular thing to a dead end or an obstacle they couldn’t wrap their heads around.

Those who had shamelessly stayed behind to enter the rift had discovered that it disallowed them entry entirely.

Of those who had rushed to Xenith, many had already dispersed, unable to find anything. Whatever else that might have given them a clue was heavily guarded by the Crimsons.

Though they didn’t fear the Crimsons, they’d be foolish to engage them on their home ground... worse still with that monster among them.

Even the Crimson Saints were left stumped. How was Luther related to all of this—and more importantly, where was he now? How could they find him?

The weight of their weakness and incompetence seemed to keep coming back to slap them again and again.

Luther was a Saint too. How had they missed the fact that he had not been with them the whole time? Not even showing up at the rift?

They also feared Callista knew more than she was letting on... and somehow, she too was currently impossible to track. They were beginning to place more faith in Hamada’s conclusion.

The door to the hospital ward flung open unceremoniously, and Luiz urgently walked in, the female doctor rushing after him with a panicked expression.

She knew she had screwed up and prayed to Ares that nothing had happened to Lyra. Although it was far-fetched that something would happen to a Fourth Ascension ascendant, while a Third Ascension like her, and many others weaker in the hospital, were perfectly fine.

Luiz halted in his tracks, the sight of four men and a woman filling his vision. He looked over to the bed, and Lyra was not on it. The wall at the opposite end of the room had collapsed.

His heart shook. "Where is she?" he asked quietly, seemingly unaware that he was standing before Saints.

His question was met with silence, and his heart grew heavier.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to suppress the feeling of dread he’d had since the moment that pressure had descended.

Scanning each of their expressions, he asked again, more firmly, "Where is Lyra? Matriarch of the Crimson family... Where is my wife?"

Azarel sighed and produced a body from his spatial treasure, holding it up delicately in his hands.

Luiz watched his father calmly pull something out—and when he saw what it was, his soul left his body.

"No..." he muttered.

He walked to his father and collected the body from him. It looked different... aged, dry and wrinkled, full of cracks and broken flesh, but Luiz could recognize her, regardless of shape or form.

He held the body in his hands, rooted in one spot, staring at the corpse in disbelief. novelbuddy-cσ๓

Hamada sighed, placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze, a look of melancholy on his face as well.

The expressions of the Saints however, changed only a second later, and their heads snapped toward the same direction.

Not even a second later—

RIIPPP

The familiar sound of the world forcefully tearing open reached their ears.

They were about to move when the familiar pressure descended with the opening of the ruby eye—and they were rooted in place.

However, this time, it didn’t even last a microsecond before it vanished.

BANG

The sound of something being forcefully snapped shut into place filled their ears, and rattled their souls.

Far away, at the point where the ruby eye had opened, ruby liquid rich in power and essence hovered in the air—before being drawn together and compressed into a single, tiny droplet, no bigger than a water drop falling from a fingertip.

And it fell from the sky.

From all over Ares, all the Saints left whatever it was they were doing or thinking and rushed toward one direction... a mundane place within Andreía... the Orc continent.

Not even Hamada nor the Crimson Saints were exempt—as in the very next second, they were gone. The wind pressure knocked Luiz off his feet briefly, and the walls of the room were entirely blown apart.

The doctor who had been beside the door passed out completely, blood trickling from her nose.

Luiz gazed down at the body in his arms, now covered in dust. His own body wasn’t in any better condition.

He stared at the body for a few more seconds, taking deep, shaky breaths... until his breathing became calm and steady again.

Something inside him seemed to snap at that moment.

And he nodded. To what or to whom, no one could see or tell, and stood up, his expression placid and his back ramrod straight.

[Congratulations! You have learned a Passive Skill]

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Menelaus felt a sinking pit of despair in his gut long before anything even happened.

Although it was just a matter of microseconds, it was astonishing that he could sense the movements and attacks of the Saints before they even occurred.

After all, he was still just a Second Ascension ascendant... a mundane one at that. Unfortunately, there was no one around to appreciate that now.

BOOM!!

The sky above whined, and the earth splintered like wood. The entire forge building was blown away, disintegrating into dust and exposing Menelaus and Kallen to the open sky.

The Saints, however, couldn’t have cared less—even if a pregnant woman had been down there.

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

BOOOM!!!

War raged in the sky among the Saints, and Menelaus was shocked to realize he was still alive... Kallen too.

His heart pounded in his ears, and his body trembled. The earth was utterly wrecked and destroyed.

"The children..." his expression paled by several magnitudes.

However, his despair was quickly washed away by some unknown force.

Taking a clearer look at his surroundings, though ravaged, he noticed that one of the walls, or at least a portion of it, was still standing.

The door to the underground, however, remained perfectly intact, as though nothing had happened.

Menelaus’s heart trembled as he remembered the mysterious man’s oath.

And just as he thought of him, a voice drifted into his ears.

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