Volume One, Chapter Seventy-Eight
Northern Alliance.
The five Alliance City administrators knelt on one knee in the great hall, their expressions tense. Above them stood twelve high-backed chairs, occupied by twelve people—men and women, old and young alike—all radiating overwhelmingly powerful auras.
They were the twelve Alliance Lords who governed the alliance, among the most powerful figures in Chaos World.
Although the five alliance administrators knew this matter would cause a massive uproar, they had never expected such a tremendous reaction. All twelve Alliance Lords had personally summoned them.
A burly middle-aged man seated in the center asked, "Are you certain this is true? Did you witness it with your own eyes?"
The short-haired man answered firmly, "Alliance Lords, we can confirm that he is the Son of Origin. We will never forget that power which stood above Saints for the rest of our lives. And it was not merely us who saw it—countless people in Alliance City witnessed it firsthand."
An elderly woman frowned. "This truly is rather strange. The Origin Clan vanished from Chaos World countless years ago. I had only heard of them in ancient legends, and I have never seen a Son of Origin from Chaos World."
A youth with his hair braided said, "What is so strange about it? Do not forget that Apocalypse World has produced someone with eight Imperial Stars. Once such a person grows up, that will be truly terrifying."
The gentle man seated to one side pondered for a moment. "I feel that this suddenly appearing Son of Origin may be connected to that bearer of eight Imperial Stars. There has been no news of any Son of Origin for so many years, so why did news of one emerge the moment the bearer of eight Imperial Stars appeared?"
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