Hyperion, Bahamut, and Nut were close to the Titan World's origin, and they have been monitoring the region for the past few decades.
The Primarchs were not alone as the powerhouses from the three races had not left. Among them, there were the three Rank 9 Titans.
While no one had spoken yet, the tension between the powerhouses from the Titan Race and Hyperion had been growing tenser lately.
Hyperion could feel their gazes but ignored them. As a Primarch, it was highly shameful for a secret dimension controlled by a wild entity to have been inside his world, and he had no idea about it. Yet, the Titan Primarch had more important things to worry about than his reputation.
Suddenly, the Titan Primarch's eyes narrowed as he glanced toward the void, only for Issac and Salomon to appear in front of him a few seconds later.
Everybody focused on the Magus and Immortal Primarchs with hope in their eyes. If the duo's research unlocked a clue behind the entity in the dimension and why the Sacred Trial changed once Ezequiel entered it, they would be one step closer to saving the Void Creator geniuses.
Unfortunately, Issac and Salomon's expressions told everybody that their investigation had not been fruitful. By working together, they saw how Ezequiel evolved his bloodline in the Beta Heavenly World and the power his True Name awakened in Abyss, but none of that helped them handle this.
The fact that the Titan Bloodline could evolve into a Primordial Bloodline was shocking news, but it was not something that would help them now.
"Enough! Hyperion, your reckless behavior had brought a calamity toward our Titan Race. We can't just sit by and wait as outsiders attempt to fix your mistakes." A Dawn Titan, whose aura put him at the second stage of Rank 9, roared those words. He had two red eyes, and a golden bloodline force permeated his body.
Hyperion's eyes narrowed as he turned toward the Dawn Titan that dared to yell at him, but his expression grew somber as he saw the other two Rank 9 Titans by that man's side.
"Krono, be careful with your words. We are not alone." Hyperion's voice was eerily calm. Although he wanted to punish Krono for that indiscretion, he knew that he could not allow himself to lose control.
"You think your power is enough to silence me when my grandson's fate, the mightiest genius of the Titan Race, is unknown?" The Dawn Titan sneered toward Hyperion, showing no fear or respect.
Issac and Bahamut looked at each other as they saw that. While the Titan Race was part of the Dark Tower Alliance, they could not meddle in their internal fights since it would weaken Hyperion's status.
As for Salomon and Nut, both remained utterly silent. If it weren't for ten of those geniuses being Sacred Beasts, they would not even have a reason to be here.
Hyperion understood that he needed to handle this alone, and trying to suppress their dissent with his might would only worsen things.
"We are doing all in our power to figure out why the Sacred Trial reacted like that and how to rescue our young ones. Generating problems without giving any solution will only delay things." Hyperion words made sense and were something everybody understood. That is why the other races' powerhouses did not disturb the Titan Primarch despite their concerns.
"You know very well that the responsibility for the crisis with the Sacred Trial lies in that brat you treated as a guest of honor." Krono's voice was strong and full of confidence.
Issac frowned as he heard Krono's words. He was the one that stated that Ezequiel triggered the change in the Sacred Trial. Nevertheless, he also made it very clear that the Supreme Neo-Demon did not know what would happen.
Krono was not a fool and understood that while he could take this chance to criticize Hyperion, offending the Magus Primarch could prove deadly.
"Of course, I know that the Truth of the Universe already declared that brat innocent, but who among us can say with certainty that we know the mind of that race's Ancestor."
Salomon and Issac glanced at each other as they heard that and saw the way Krono was stirring the conversation. Both of them were leaders of their alliances, which involved great responsibility.
"You should be careful with your words. There are people in the universe that even we must tread lightly."
Issac's voice was solemn, but Krono showed no sign of wanting to back down. On the contrary, the Dawn Titan's eyes glowed with flames of discord.
"Hyperion, you are the Titan Primarch, and your loyalty should be to our race. The only way for you to fix your mistake is to do all in your power to bring that man here so that he can answer our question."
Most of the powerhouses nodded as they heard Krono's words. Although not all wanted to use a forceful approach, there should be no problem bringing the Neo-Demon Race Ancestor, so he could explain why the Sacred Trial reacted in such a way to his second in command.
Yet, Issac and the other Primarch only shook their heads. The sole idea that they could force Zatiel Daybreak to do anything was laughable.
Krono seemed to misunderstand their reactions as a sign of frustration, and a nasty smile appeared on his face.
"I know that man's realm has extremely powerful defenses that even Primarchs can not surpass. However, we could capture the members of his race spread across the Prima Universe. I am sure he will come to us on his own once we have gathered enough."
The moment Issac, Salomon, Hyperion, Bahamut, and Nut heard Krono's plan out loud, a wave of panic spread through their hearts. If they were sure of one thing about Zatiel Daybreak, it was that he would not allow anyone to threaten his race.
Hyperion was about to reprimand the Dawn Titan when a voice echoed throughout the Titan World.
"You want to interrogate me. Fine, here I am."
The Primarchs and powerhouses saw how two individuals appeared next to them just as those words died down.
One of them was a man that seemed no older than seventeen years old, while the other was a four-meter tall warrior with a mask, horns, and armor made of violet tree bark.
The young man turned toward Krono with eyes void of any emotion.
"Go on, interrogate me."
