Alberesque, the South.
There was a hall within every division of the Blackwell clan called the Hall of Loyalty. It, like almost everything else in the clan, was built with tradition in mind. At this very moment, countless disciples of the South's division came together in the Hall of Loyalty.
They were staring at Destructo and Annihilator's corpses, and they were livid.
“D*mn him! How dare he kill our people!”
“Destructo and Annihilator had contributed a lot to the clan. But now someone has taken them so abruptly from us.”
“Only we get to be the bullies! Not the other way around! I'm not letting this slide just like that!” “Yeah! We must avenge our elders!”
“Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!”
Countless disciples of the Blackwell clan were demanding blood and vengeance after seeing what happened to their elders.
All of a sudden, a handsome man in a white suit came in with his subordinates. When the disciples saw him, they bowed down and greeted loudly, “Greetings, young master!”
The handsome man was none other than the head of the Blackwell clan's only son —Ezra.
Ezra nodded at the disciples, but when he saw the corpses that were lying on the ground, a frown started to dot his forehead. And then he turned his sights to Easton, who was in a wheelchair not far away from him.
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