Unholy Player - Chapter 470

Chapter 470: Henry Looks Excited
“Do you think Sevrak’s Blood Dragon and these Blood Path followers are connected in any way?” Adyr gave no hint of emotion as he voiced the question.

Zephan and the others didn’t know exactly how Sevrak had turned his Rank 4 Black Dragon into a Blood Dragon; that part of the story was a total mystery to them.

Adyr, however, knew the truth, because he was the one who had found the treasure and repaired it with his own hands.

For him, the most intriguing part was the Heart of the Blood Palace treasure possessing exactly the same ability as the bloodline talent described.

The more he thought about it, the more it bothered him.

Maybe the bloodline talent called Blood Script of Creation was weaker than the treasure in terms of raw power; instead of turning a Rank 4 Spark into a blood variant, it might only work on Sparks at Rank 2 or possibly Rank 3.

Even so, the fact that two separate things, one an item and one a bloodline talent, shared the same property kept tugging at his thoughts, making Adyr seriously wonder how treasures were actually created in this world and what kind of rules stood behind them.

“I’m not sure, but it’s highly possible,” Zephan finally answered with a deep frown, his brows knitting together as his eyes cooled. “If Sevrak has some kind of connection to that vile organization from the Midlands…”

His words trailed off and never made it to the end of the sentence, fading between them like anger and tension.

It was not that Zephan did not want to speak; it was that he himself was not even sure.

He did not know if that organization, or family, or whatever they truly were, still operated in the Midlands. It had been far too long since he had last heard anything about them, long enough for uncertainty and old unease to blend together in his mind until they felt like a half-forgotten nightmare.

The Midlands was a chaotic place where countless factions constantly clashed for dominance, like packs tearing at the same prey, each trying to pull more to its side. In such a battlefield, it would not be surprising if that group had been crushed over time and buried under the weight of those endless struggles.

Additionally, righteous sects and fanatic believers of the 4 Main Paths resided in that region; these zealots took their beliefs to extremes, making it entirely believable that they would hunt down such a lunatic, blasphemous organization and erase it from existence.

Watching all these emotions flicker across Zephan’s face, observing the way his expression tightened and the slight stiffening of his shoulders, Adyr calmly followed his line of thought and, in the end, finished the unspoken conclusion for him. “That means they might still be around, and their hands may have already spread to the Outer Region.”

The moment he voiced that possibility, the mood in the room shifted. It was the worst conclusion they could reach, and everyone sensed it, even if only a few fully understood why.

“How strong do you think they are? ” Adyr asked again, not letting the silence settle for too long, his voice still level as he continued to assume the worst and treat it as the only realistic scenario.

He had a gut feeling, a sharp, instinctive warning coiled in the back of his mind, that possessing the Heart of the Blood Palace now charged to 100% was like holding a ticking bomb that had already drawn the attention of those lunatics.

If he ever had to clash with them, even if that day lay far in the future, he needed at least an estimate of their power.

But the words that came from Zephan’s mouth brought him no comfort at all.

“The last information I have is that their leader was a woman at the Rank 6 Adept level.”

With that single sentence, the room went quiet; even those who had been shifting or fidgeting a moment ago stilled without noticing.

Marielle and some of the others did not fully understand the details or the true weight of the conversation, since they didn’t know the Lunari language at all, but they could sense its seriousness from the looks around them and the sudden stillness in the atmosphere.

Henry and Rhys, on the other hand, each wearing a small earpiece that translated every word to them in real time, followed the conversation with full attention, their gazes locked on Zephan as if afraid to miss even a single breath.

Every revelation so far, from the existence of the Blood Path to the secret organization in the Midlands, had already been shocking enough to rattle these two.

Now, as the new term Rank 6 entered the conversation, a tight, unfamiliar dread settled in their chests, their hearts suddenly convinced they were outmatched.

After all, they had only recently grasped the meaning of Rank 4, a power capable of destroying all the cities on Earth alone.

Above Rank 4 stood Rank 5, a level they still could not truly imagine, a height they could only stare up at without understanding. And now, without even reaching that point in their minds, they were suddenly forced to confront the idea of Rank 6, something even further beyond their scale.

It was not something their thoughts could easily stretch around. Their minds simply refused to adjust that quickly.

Zephan, however, was not finished yet. As the silence stretched, he continued speaking, each new sentence piling onto the last and bringing a fresh wave of shock.

“Under their leader, there were Elders, each one Rank 5. Their numbers range between 10 and 20. Below them are hundreds of Rank 4s and thousands of Rank 3s. Of course, this information is more than a thousand years old, but if they still exist, I doubt their numbers have changed much.”

As he went on, Henry’s body began trembling visibly, the muscles in his arms and shoulders betraying him despite his efforts to stay composed. A cold realization circled endlessly in his mind, tightening with every loop: What kind of trouble are we in, Adyr?

Zephan and his Elders, who had been focused on the distant threat, now noticed Henry’s tension and trembling and exchanged subtle glances among themselves, their eyes briefly shifting in his direction.

They knew Henry was a mortal, but the level of fear he was showing confused them.

From what they understood, Metalbenders was a power that should have produced many Rank 6 Adepts throughout its history. From that perspective, hearing about an enemy at that level should not have terrified him, at least not to this extent.

Their eyes narrowed with suspicion, faint doubt flickering in them as they quietly questioned what was truly going on with this human.

Thankfully, Adyr erased that suspicion with masterful ease, stepping in before any doubt could take root. “Henry looks excited to hear we’ve gained such an enemy to have fun with.”

With a single, casual remark, he nudged their thoughts toward a different conclusion, making them read Henry’s trembling as anything but fear.

Henry wanted to respond, ‘Have fun my ass,’ the words almost slipping past his lips. Instead, he forced them back down, pulled himself together, and arranged his features into something resembling composure.