It took Kael Draven nearly two hours to calm Aria Stormveil down. Two hours of silence, gentle coaxing, and quiet patience.Finally, he spoke. Softly. “Aria… there’s something I’ve always wanted to ask you. I need you to tell me the truth.”She looked up at him. Close enough to see the steady determination in his eyes, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. For a moment, her composure cracked. She turned away. Her eyes flickered with guilt, as if she already knew what was coming.“Aria,” Kael Draven said again, quieter this time, “ten years ago… you didn’t look like that. Why have you changed so much in such a short time? What happened? If you truly love me… please tell me.”That question had lingered on him for ten years. Ever since her appearance shifted, her weight changed. He couldn’t shake the feeling that it had something to do with him.A decade ago, she had been breathtaking—Emberfall Town’s most radiant beauty. But everything changed the day he failed to condense his

Edwin Valmar and his two companions never imagined Kael Draven would pull something like this — turning self-exile into a weapon.By cutting all ties to the Draven Clan, Kael Draven wasn’t just walking away. He was sending a message. If the three pressed forward to destroy the clan now, they weren’t just challenging a single branch. They were challenging the whole Draven Family.It wasn’t that an Eighth-Tier Draven Clan alone could necessarily draw the attention of the Draven Family — but who could be sure? What if they did intervene?That possibility weighed heavily on their faces. Edwin Valmar gave a cold laugh, without humor. “So, you exile yourself from your clan, Kael Draven. You think that keeps you safe? No. I’ll make sure you feel every pain in the world, and then I’ll break you… slowly. Until there’s nothing left.”“Kael, why go this far?” Ardyn Draven’s voice cracked slightly, edged with sorrow. “The Draven Clan will stand and fall with you.”Kael Draven ignored him. He igno

Kael Draven had done it. Finally. He had broken through the First Sky Threshold. And more than that, he’d forged something entirely his own — an aura unlike any other. But even with this newfound power, he didn’t rush to challenge Edwin Valmar. Not yet.And he didn’t leave Emberfall Town, either. Sure, he had exiled himself from his clan. But Kael Draven knew better than to underestimate unseen dangers. What if Edwin Valmar decided to strike at the Draven Family while he was away? That was a disaster waiting to happen — and he wasn’t willing to gamble on it.That’s why Rowan Valen, Lord of Thundercloud City, stepped in himself. He took the matter of the Draven Family all the way to Starcloud City.Inside the Draven Clan — Rowan Valen included — people thought the Fifth-tier Draven Family of Starcloud City wouldn’t bother. But fate has a way of surprising people. By the next morning, messengers from the Fifth-tier Draven Family, and even the Royal House, were on their way to Cloudveil

Thundercloud City, home of the Sixth-tier Draven Family.“The young master’s back! The young master has returned!”The shout spread through the manor like sparks on dry grass. Servants ran in every direction, excitement buzzing through the air. By the time Alistair Draven and the family elders stepped into the courtyard, everyone already knew.A young man walked through the gate. His eyes were sharp, his brows thick, his expression cold enough to make even the breeze hesitate. That killing intent—it wasn’t something you could fake.The moment he saw Alistair Draven and Hudson Draven, his pace quickened. He dropped to his knees.“Grandfather. Father. I’m back.”Alistair Draven reached out and lifted his grandson up, tears blurring his eyes. He kept saying the same thing over and over, half laughing, half crying—“Good, good, you’re finally home.”But the young man wasn’t smiling. “Father,” he asked quietly, “where’s Lucian?”This was Damien Draven—the pride of the Draven clan, and hones

The final move. The fiercest clash. It all came down to this one strike—victory or defeat hanging in the balance.Heart-Freezing Devour flared into endless crimson blade light, surging down the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade with unrelenting force. It was like a river of blood cutting through the air.Damien Draven never imagined his Dragon Roar Triple Strike could be met head-on. And yet, the moment they clashed, his face changed. Shock. Disbelief. Fear. All at once. He staggered back, instinctively trying to evade the burning blade light, but deep inside… he knew.It was too late. His strength. His speed. Not enough.This move had won.Defeat.A bitter word. He hated it, but the truth was undeniable. Unless you were an Evolution master, nothing in the First Sky Realm could stand against such power.He stopped resisting. He let it happen.“Damien!” A sharp voice rang out, laced with concern.“Kael Draven… you dare!” Damien Draven’s voice cracked with anger, disbelief still lingering in ever