Bloody odyssey

**P.O.V Orion Godfall** 

**Location: Bertha Empire, Jade Kingdom** 

"What did you say? My son was on the front lines?" A man with features strikingly similar to Dax demanded, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and disbelief. This man was the patriarch of the Godfall clan. Unlike Dax, his features were mature and weathered, his left arm bearing the unmistakable mark of the Godfall bloodline. 

The Godfall clan's legacy was steeped in legend. Their ancient ancestor, the first Godfall, had devoured the flesh of the evil dragon god and drunk from the fountain of life. From that day forward, he reigned supreme, his power unmatched, and his descendants inherited a fragment of that divine strength. But the gods, consumed by jealousy, orchestrated their extermination. 

This was only possible because the ancestor, though in the **Vanishing Realm**, could no longer interfere with the mortal world. The Vanishing Realm was a realm where only the strong-willed could survive, and he was determined to endure. Yet, even his resolve couldn't stop the massacre that followed. The slaughter continued until only remnants of the Godfall clan remained. 

Their salvation came through the intervention of their ancestral beast, **Tarlu**, a space lynx of unparalleled power. With a single motion, Tarlu tore the fabric of space, isolating the heads of four divine envoys in the void. Their bodies crumbled before they could even understand what had happened. 

Even after their near-extermination, the Godfall clan remained a name whispered in fear throughout the Bertha Empire. Their legacy refused to fade. Unbeknownst to the world, the old monster had failed to take his final step—trapped in the Vanishing Realm, unable to advance. The gods' scheme had succeeded.

This brings us back to the present. 

"My son was sent to the Inferno Academy. So, what was he doing on the battlefield?" Orion's voice was low, but the anger simmering beneath the surface was unmistakable. 

The Inferno Academy was a prestigious institution for knights and mages specializing in the fire element. However, the knights were a special case. They were taught the **Blazing Blade Works** of the Orisha Kingdom. 

The Blazing Blade Works was not a sword style—it was carnage refined into an art. Every slash tore through the air like a wildfire devouring dry grass, leaving trails of heat that shimmered like molten metal. Unlike traditional swordplay, where finesse and precision reigned, this technique thrived on raw ferocity. There was no need for mana; the body itself became the conduit of destruction. Bones hardened to withstand impact, muscles tempered through agony. 

Orion clenched his fists, his frustration directed as much at himself as at the situation. His son, lacking mana, had been sent to the knight academy located in the Orisha Kingdom, at the border of the Bertha Empire. It was supposed to be a place of safety, a place where he could grow stronger. 

"Master, this was due to our incompetence," a voice interjected, trembling with guilt. "Master Ethan, Dax's instructor, took him and four others to the Esu Kingdom." 

"Ethan!? From the household of Troy?" Orion's voice was a low growl, his anger palpable. He crushed the armrest of his seat, the wood splintering under the force of his grip. 

"I hope you know his soul stone shattered," Orion replied, his tone icy. 

The messenger barely had time to react before his bones caved inward, his flesh compacted into a dense, pulpy mass. A sickening squelch filled the room, followed by utter silence. The air hung heavy with the weight of Orion's wrath. 

On the spot, the man delivering the message was crushed, his body compressed into a bloody pulp. The room fell silent, the air thick with tension. It was clear now—there was a traitor in his clan. 

The Troy household was a powerful family in the Bertha Empire, excelling in the art of taming. They ranked tenth among the Ten Great Families, a position of prestige and influence. The patriarch of the Troy household and Orion Godfall were sworn enemies. 

Troy Alaric, the patriarch of the Troy household, had three sons, and his second son was Ethan. Desperate to earn his father's favor, Ethan had crossed a line he never should have. 

With his actions, the peace treaty signed by both families had been breached. 

"Alaric, you've crossed the line. Wash your neck," Orion growled, his voice dripping with venom. In a flash, he tore through space, appearing in front of Alaric, his blade already drawn. There was no hesitation in his eyes—only cold, unrelenting fury. He was ready to kill. 

But Alaric was no joke. To be one of the old monsters of the Ten Great Families, one's power had to be of an astonishing level. In that moment, a thin layer of mana materialized, effortlessly blocking Orion's attack. The elders present in the room felt the destructive and oppressive aura radiating from the strike. This was no ordinary attack, yet their patriarch had deflected it with casual ease. 

Seizing the opportunity, the five elders launched attacks at Orion. 

"How dare you!" they screamed in unison. 

But Orion was no joke either. His aura erupted, a suffocating wave of power that instantly suppressed the five elders. He didn't even spare them a glance. 

Instead, his gaze locked onto Alaric's, piercing and unyielding, as if he were staring into the man's very soul. "Where is your boy, Ethan?" Orion demanded, his voice low and laced with killing intent. 

Despite their enmity, Alaric knew Orion wouldn't do anything reckless—even blinded by rage. But in that moment, a humanoid beast burst forth, brandishing its claws at Orion. 

The creature stood taller than any man, its body covered in sleek, black scales that shimmered like polished obsidian. Its eyes glowed a fiery red, radiating a primal intelligence and an unyielding ferocity. Its claws, long and razor-sharp, gleamed with an otherworldly sheen, capable of cutting through metal like tofu. Though it carried itself with the composure of a king, it was no king—it was just a predator, a force of nature bound to Alaric's will. 

Blocking with his left hand, Orion snorted. 

"I will kill it," Orion said, his tone dead serious. He made a squeezing motion. Orion's left arm possessed the ability to manipulate gravity, and this was just the tip of his power. 

"Stop!" Alaric screamed, but it was too late. The beast's arm had already been squeezed into paste. 

*Screech!* The beast screamed as it stayed suspended in the air. 

"I wouldn't miss next time," Orion said, his killing intent covering the entire Troy manor. In that moment, all the guards rushed to the clan's hall. 

The elders took a step back, their faces pale. This was one of the patriarch's strongest tamed beasts. 

"Orion, you come to my household and cause a scene?" Alaric seethed, his anger barely contained. 

"You harm my child and don't expect blood? Has sitting in a position of power clouded your judgment?" Orion asked, his voice cold and cutting. 

"I'll ask one more time. Where is your son?" Orion started to squeeze his hand, and in that spot, the beast began to fight for its life, clutching its neck. 

"It's your son, right?" Alaric hesitated. 

Orion's eyes widened, his gaze sharpening. 

"Yes… your son is in the Demonic Continent."

The words hit Orion like a hammer, his breath catching for the first time since the confrontation began. 

"He was abducted by a group of demons. My son barely escaped with his life. He's badly injured right now," Alaric said, summoning his beast back to his beast space. 

At this moment, Orion was at a loss for words. 

"Demios!" Retracting his sword, he left a final warning as he tore through space. 

"Anyone who harms a hair of the Godfall's head will bear the full brunt from our clan." With that, he stepped into the rift and vanished. 

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**Location: Godfall Manor** 

In a dimly lit room, Orion knelt on one knee, speaking to a massive purple gate. 

"Grandfather, I've found my son's location." 

Orion had come seeking his grandfather, the ancient ancestor Godfall. He knew this was the only person who could retrieve Dax from the Demonic Continent. 

"Didn't his soul stone shatter?" The voice of an old man echoed through the gate, resonating through the room. 

"Yes, Grandfather. But moments after it shattered, the shards shone brighter than ever," Orion replied. 

"Hahahaha! I knew my boy was strong. Where is he?" The old monster Godfall laughed, his voice filled with pride. The old man loved Dax dearly. Dax was the prophecy child of their family, and the old man had dreamed of his birth. The day Dax was born, the world wept blood, welcoming his arrival. He cherished Dax so much, even when he discovered the boy lacked a mana core. 

"Grandfather, he's currently in the Demonic Continent. His exact location is still unknown," Orion answered, a hint of hesitation in his tone. 

"This will be a bit tricky," the old man pondered. "Boy, send four of our strongest guards to gather information on his location. You are dismissed. Don't come back until his whereabouts are found." 

There was a hint of excitement in his tone. His precious great-grandchild was alive.