"Confidence..." The old man’s lips curled into something between approval and disdain. "Or arrogance. Tell me, boy, which is it today?"
The younger man’s molten irises flared hotter, his tone steady. "Neither. It is necessity. It is time you step into the trial world, father. It is not prudent to stay in the dark any longer."
"Hmmm?" The old man raised a brow. "You are ordering me, now?"
The garden seemed to still at the words, as though the very air was holding its breath. The old man’s voice hadn’t risen, yet each syllable pressed like the weight of the ocean on the younger man’s chest.
The golden-eyed son did not flinch. His jaw tightened, but his posture remained unbowed. "Not an order," he said, his voice low and firm. "A warning. The world is shifting faster than even you predicted. If you wait too long, others will seize what should belong to us."
For the first time, the old man’s gaze sharpened, the golden pinpricks expanding like miniature suns. His aura spilled outward in a sudden pulse, bending the grass flat and making the entire mansion groan as if its foundations were straining. "Careful, boy. Think carefully about what you want to say next."
The son clenched his fists at his side, molten fire roiling in his eyes, but he bowed his head a fraction, voice respectful. "Please grant me the right to lead our descent into the trial world. Even though it is only a pest that is bothering us, I would still like to be meticulous and make sure everything is under control."
The old man remained silent. "A grave error has been recently committed because of which our forces have taken a small hit. I would personally like to see that something like this never happens again. Please, father. Grant me your blessing."
The son dropped to one knee, his molten eyes never leaving the ground before him. "Because no one else will be as relentless as me. Others will hesitate. Others will underestimate. I will not. Give me this chance, Father, and I will ensure that the Blood God’s rise ends before it begins. Let me wipe clean the shame of our mistake."
The old man’s aura pressed harder for a long, suffocating moment. "Very well," he said finally, his voice thundering. "You may descend. But hear me, boy. Fail, and you will not crawl back to me for shelter. I will not recognize a son who fails me."
The kneeling man’s lips curved into a sharp, hungry smile. "I will not fail, Father. I will eradicate that pest and reclaim everything that is ours."
The old man closed his eyes once more, returning to his meditative pose. The son bowed deeply before rising with the sure steps of a predator unleashed and took his leave. As soon as he stepped out of the garden, many men immediately arrived at his command.
"Bring everyone from the main team here. We will be teleporting to the trial world starting tomorrow. I will not tolerate any mistakes."
"As you command, young lord," one of them said, bowing until his forehead nearly touched the marble floor. The rest echoed the same words.
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