Rivers of the Night-Chapter 422: Chaos

One would have thought that the chaos had nothing to do with Theron. He wasn’t considering what was happening to the Mandate Guild right now; he was focused on the orb in his hand as the Alpha surged ahead.

The pace the Alpha was moving at was much more like an elite at the Sixth Resonance. Though it wasn’t as fast as a Wind Mancer, it had to be remembered that the Alpha was technically a Flux Mancer that could boost all of its physical attributes.

That was to say that in terms of power, raw speed, and agility, the Alpha was in a tier all its own.

In terms of the mid-tier, it wouldn’t be a far stretch to say that it was amongst the fastest Sixth Resonance Mancers.

When Theron was on his way here, it took weeks. This was because he was just a Water Mancer, and he had the inner armor weighing him down. Scholar McIntyre had to slow to his pace, seemingly because he was more interested in testing Theron’s limits than just hauling him over his shoulder.

At this pace, it would only take two days at most to return to the Sangun Empire, and only probably about a week more to return to the Nightingales.

There was probably a route to take that cut between these two, was more direct, and would take less time. But Theron didn’t know them, unfortunately. And even if he did, they might be dangerous.

These routes he knew were taken by a Scholar McIntyre hoping to test his limits and the Nightingale Empire trying to protect its geniuses. They should both be relatively safe.

It was just unfortunate the Nightingale Empire was so far away. But at the Alpha’s current speed, the odds the Harmons would be able to catch up to him before he got back were minimal. As for what trouble that might bring to the Luminescent Moon Sect...

Well, the Patriarch was willing to use him, so why shouldn’t Theron use him back?

There was another looming problem that might bloom as well, but Theron would take things one at a time right now.

If everything went as he wanted...

He would crush the Seijin in the palm of his hands very soon.

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The chaos spread.

The Black Clan’s visit to the Mandate Guild was like a spark that lit the fuse.

Before an Ancestor Veil could be awakened, Patriarch Black unleashed carnage without a word. He laid waste to buildings, left countless Veils heavily injured, and didn’t take negotiation for a tactic at all.

He took as hard of a stance as you could, and Elder Pipen ended up amongst the many casualties, bleeding and bruised, his dignity barely as intact as his life.

By the time the first Ancestor Veil was able to be awakened and some actual talks began, Patriarch Black’s fury only reached another tier. His son had been permanently crippled, and yet all the Mandate Guild could do was feign ignorance?

He was so infuriated he laughed, the thunderous boom practically blackening the skies... and then he attacked.

An Ancestor Veil was truly powerful. With their Mandate Marks, in any one-on-one battle, a person would likely be far too suppressed to do much of anything.

The gap between the Elder Veils and Patriarch Black was too large for their Mandate Marks to make any sort of difference, especially since the Elder Veils were more focused on de-escalation than real battle. But instead of getting a chance to, they were unceremoniously suppressed.

Patriarch Black hadn’t spoken a word because he refused to be insulted. His standing was far too high. If the Mandate Guild wanted to negotiate, then they should bring out their Ancestor Veils.

And that they did. Unfortunately, no one was aware of what Theron had done, so this only made the situation worse. In the end, the Ancestor Veil ended up suffering because Patriarch Black wasn’t alone... he had their Clan’s protector beast with him.

Patriarch Black clearly didn’t have intention to kill, otherwise he could have. But that didn’t stop the Ancestor Veil from being thoroughly humiliated before the one Ancestor Veil that Theron was quite familiar with managed to come back in time and level the playing field.

Ancestor Veil Oyner was furious when he returned, not just because of the situation, but also because the delay could cause the trail to go cold. However, when he realized what the problem was, his expression couldn’t help but twist.

What could they say? That they had taken the Mandate Plaque from Ryuss for Theron? But that would expose how special Theron was.

However, it was a fact they had taken it away, and it was definitely not a coincidence that Guiss was crippled after the fact. The Mandate Guild knew even more about the connection between those plaques than the Black Clan could speculate.

All of a sudden, the Black Clan had a very real reason to be furious, but the Mandate Guild was also not in a position where they could just admit fault. Both parties had mounted tigers they couldn’t leap back from, leaving the entire situation in a mess that seemed like it might boil over at any time.

It was at that moment that Karra spoke. Seemingly in righteous indignation for her brother, she challenged the promising Elder Veils of the Mandate Guild. She picked out three of them and demanded continuous battles.

Ancestor Veil Oyner could tell that this was the Black Clan’s plan to step off of their tiger. But if he agreed, there would be no way for the Mandate Guild to save face in this situation at all. Unfortunately, there was a limit on how unreasonable he could be, especially with time ticking.

That day could ironically be called a black mark on the Mandate Guild’s history, and a complete revival of the legend of Karra Black.

Three battles. Three victories. Three crippled geniuses.

In a single afternoon, the Mandate Guild lost three potential Ancestor Veils in a single sweep.

And yet, that was just the beginning of the chaos. No one could have expected what would happen once the Black Clan left.

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