Memories continued to play on the imaginary screen as Endever watched every scene with a mixture of curiosity and seriousness. If someone had told him earlier that he would witness something today that could shake his deeply rooted beliefs, he would have dismissed it as impossible. But now, in the last half hour, his entire worldview was crumbling before him.
He had just seen a boy no older than 15 or 16 survive a Crucio curse for over ten minutes. It was an utterly impossible feat. Yet, there it was, displayed before him. A part of him still couldn't believe it.
Sure, if the boy had been a professional magician or a ranker of Level A or S, it might have been conceivable. But as the screen had shown earlier, when Klark checked the boy for any signs of magic or abilities, he had found nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Yes, Endever was shocked. But his professionalism kept him from dwelling on it for too long. He quickly forced himself to focus on the task at hand.
As the videos continued, his heart began to pound rapidly. It wasn't just the boy's impressive willpower or strength that disturbed him no, there was something far more sinister at play. Something that sent shivers down his spine.
A man of his stature didn't lose his composure over trivial matters. Yes, what he had witnessed was impossible by all known standards, but who was he? He was an archmage, a man who had seen and done things most would deem unbelievable. Dark magic, torture these were small matters to him.
But this... this was different.
He prayed silently that what he feared wasn't true. If it was, the world wouldn't be able to handle the consequences of what was to come.
He desperately hoped that the name he had seen was a mistake. Surely, it couldn't be. Up until now, the only thing that had kept him calm was the boy's lack of any physical characteristics associated with that particular lineage.
If he was her son, he should have shared her striking features her eyes, her hair. But this boy had nothing of the sort. He was a street orphan, after all, living in the gutters since he was little. The very idea that someone of her stature could abandon her own blood was unthinkable.
Vampires, especially those of her lineage, were fiercely protective of their own. Even if she didn't want him, she wouldn't have left him in an orphanage. With one word, she could have ensured he lived like a prince in the strongest of kingdoms. What had gone wrong? Was there any chance that two people could share the same surname but not the same bloodline?
No. It was impossible. But still, Endever couldn't shake the feeling. He would have to check again, confirm the spellings, the details, anything that could give him certainty.
He pushed these thoughts aside for the moment, knowing that the more he dwelled on them, the more complicated things would get. As for the other possibilities that she had faced some issue so dire that she had no choice but to abandon him those were laughable.
No one in their right mind would dare challenge her, let alone force her to give up her own child. Sixteen years ago, she was already an SS-ranked powerhouse, rumored to have even gone up against the Shadow when she was just that strong.
All in all, it was impossible for anyone to have pressured her into abandoning her blood. Vampires would sooner sacrifice themselves than allow harm to come to their kin.
That was just how sensitive they were. It was one of the main reasons why no one dared to touch a vampire they knew it was like disturbing a beehive. The ancestors would come for blood if even a street vampire were harmed.
Endever, as one of the most knowledgeable and powerful individuals in this world, understood this better than anyone.
The chances of Lucian being her blood were slim, but as he watched those unyielding eyes, unbroken even in the face of extreme torture, he couldn't help but feel dread. This boy's willpower, his mindset these were the traits that made Endever fear that Lucian might indeed be her son. No ordinary person could possess such resilience.
The only thing that kept him calm was that Lucian showed no signs of being a vampire. And if he wasn't a vampire, he couldn't be her son.
The video continued to play on the thin magical screen, showing the scene where Klark tried to kill Lucian with a spell. Endever's eyes were glued to the screen, his focus unbroken, as he tried to figure out how the boy would survive and how Klark would meet his end.
He had countless possibilities running through his mind someone saving the boy, some hidden ability but none of them prepared him for what he saw next.
Lucian's head snapped his head up at an unnatural angle, his eyes locking onto Klark's. Through the perspective of the memory, it felt as if Lucian was staring directly at Endever.
A primitive fear took hold of him, goosebumps rising on his skin. He glanced at his arms, surprised to see the hair standing on end.
What just happened? Had he, Endever, been intimidated by a mere brat
The thought was absurd, yet those eyes, hungry for revenge and blood, sent shivers down his spine again.
Endever was shaken. He narrowed his eyes, trying to steady himself as he continued watching.
Suddenly, something began to happen around Lucian. Endever's eyes widened in horror as he recognized what was unfolding on the screen. His composure shattered, and he began to yell, losing all sense of control.
If anyone had been there to witness it, they would have been terrified out of their wits. Seeing someone as composed as Endever lose his calm was like watching the world teeter on the brink of destruction.
"No... please don't... this shouldn't be happening... why, please, no...
Endever knew what was happening as he is familiar with that his eyes widening
in screen suddenly Blood began to float up,
and suddenly formed into bullets before shooting towards Klark, it shot him putting many holes in him and killing him as he was killed
through the screen endever could see Lucian collapse, unconscious, as his body began to heal itself.
Now, Endever was afraid
This boy is definitely her son. Only she had the ability to control blood like that. No other vampire in the world could use blood as a weapon.
Vampires were strong, yes they could drink blood, had enhanced physical abilities, were handsome, and possessed long lifespans and incredible regeneration. But they didn't have skills like this.
Only one person in world have it and it is her
The screen began to fade as the memory ended, the subject dead. Endever fell back into his chair with a thud, but the horror and anger in his eyes were unmistakable.
Boundless anger.
"Are you insane? You dared to touch her son?" you touched a Valentino out of all things Endever was trembling with fury.
"Ella!" he screamed.
"Yes, sir," came the AI's prompt response.
"Kill everyone around Klark who is worthy of death. Every one of his family members, his friends if they've done anything deserving death, I want them gone. Give the order to every member of the MPA. I want it done within a day," Endever roared, his anger boiling over.
He understood what this meant. Because of one lunatic's mistake, the entire world was about to feel pain
No, he had to do something. Endever suddenly stood up from his seat, his mind racing with possible solutions, but none seemed sufficient.
For someone of his stature to lose his cool was a significant event. The last time something like this had happened was when world-ending catastrophes were imminent but even those didn't compare to the violence and fear he felt now.
Yes, I have to go there might be a way he muttered to himself.
And with that thought, Endever vanished from his office, leaving behind a world that was now trembling under the weight of his command.
For the MPA to receive a mission was a near-mythical event, and for it to be focused on just one person
The news sent shockwaves through every level of society, leaving everyone from the smallest individuals to the most powerful figures wondering what Klark could have possibly done to deserve such a fate.
does he even deserves it no one knows but if there is a place where people gather after death he can bragg for his nine generations if only he knew that is