Not only the ground over the span of several hundred kilometers was trembling, but even the air was resonating with Jason's anger, thrumming with restless energy.
The surrounding atmosphere turned gloomy, and as he stared deep into the eyes of Jason, the King of the Ifrytor knew that it was over.
He had to choose between sacrificing the 'culprits' that were responsible for the infiltration of Argos, and the eradication of his entire race.
Under normal circumstances, the answer would have been quite easy.
However, there was one particular problem that caused the King to feel incapable of answering Jason's demand.
'My son…' He could only think, clearly recalling that it was his son, who had undertaken his first mission as an heir of the King's throne.
Biting his lip, the King hesitated to share the information with Jason who was getting visibly annoyed to be kept waiting.
Some powerhouses had realized this, causing the fear within them to betray their King as one of them shouted out.
"The King's son!! He led everything!!!"
The moment Jason heard this, his anger subsided slightly as he looked deep into the eyes of the one, who had shouted out.
He forced himself to calm down, which resulted in his eye color reverting to its usual tone.
"Tell me more." He simply demanded the Ifrytor, who was extremely young, and still in his prime.
His potential was higher than that of his peers, and the other powerhouses were more experienced than him just because of their age which was manifold higher than the young Ifrytor.
Yet, even before the young prodigy could say something, the King and his loyal vassals erupted with their mana.
They released their fire affinity while unleashing the Creati flame that was bound to their mana core before charging towards the youngest in their rows.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"You dare to betray our king and race?!" They shouted out before the King roared in fury,
"Die you traitor!!"
Jason had expected this reaction from the King.
However, he had not expected his vassals to stay loyal, and accept their fate so willingly.
After all, they were bound to die, the moment they interfered with whatever he was going to do.
From the beginning of the conversation, if one could even call it that, Jason had been boiling in an uncontained fury and his body overflowing with the intent to take revenge.
And now that one of them had finally opened his mouth, the others wanted to silence the young prodigy?
They knew that they were inviting death by doing so, but their loyalty to their king came first.
And as they ignored his existence and the threat from him, Jason decided to show them the consequences of their behavior.
In an instant, the young Ifrytor prodigy disappeared from the sight of the King and his vassal.
This astonished them as they hadn't sensed even a single mana fluctuation of their surrounding change.
However, upon turning their head towards Jason, they could only see a faintly smiling young man, who was leaning his shoulder on the Ifrytor prodigy. The youth was looking up at him with equal amounts of fear and reverence.
"Don't worry little one. I won't kill you. In fact, I can sense that you were willing to sacrifice yourself for the sake of your race.
That's different than how your little King behaves, questioning whether he should sacrifice his son to let the entire race survive.
Let's be honest, that is not how a King should act, right?"
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})Even though he asked a question, it was obvious that he didn't want an answer.
Instead, Jason simply waved his hand, showing the young Ifrytor what he had saved his brethren from.
Seconds passed, and it first looked like nothing would happen.
But before anybody could dismiss his threats as mere bluffs several ginormous beasts emerged out of thin air.
A gigantic silver feathered owl radiating tremendous cold, a floating Cursed Basilisk, a golden feathered Roc with a silver colored liquid headdress, and Solaris, in the Shape of a ginormous golden eyed black dragon had emerged from Jason's body.
Meanwhile, only some soulbonds remained inside the Soul world, including the unhatched Dragon eggs that would soon hatch, Scorpio whose cultivation base was still non-existent, and Sira.
Spyro didn't want to separate from Aren anymore, giving Jason a headache.
But after thinking about it for some time, it was certainly fine as Spyro could turn into someone who would easily duplicate Aren.
This worked out pretty well, and it increased their strength quite a lot.
Thus, with five different soulbonds released, of which all of them were at the Specta stage, the threat Jason released increased manifold.
Hating the surroundings hot temperature, Artemis immediately made use of her ice affinity to freeze the air in her surroundings.
Her affinity even reached the Ifrytor nearby, nearly freezing them.
They were barely able to escape the powerful freezing trait of Artemis' affinity.
If they were to know that she was not even trying to freeze them, they would call anyone, who dared to say this, a liar.
However, this was the case, and Artemis didn't use her moonlight affinity either.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})As such, Jason could only shake his head, thinking that this entire situation was just a bad joke.
Frustrated about the given situation, he averted his attention to the young prodigy.
"How about you tell me who else was responsible for the massacre on Argos?
Or, if you have nothing against it, I would like to read your memories, is that fine?"
Jason knew that he could also force his way into the mind of the young prodigy.
But that was not necessary as he didn't plan to take revenge on the young Ifrytor, but on those who were responsible for his sorrow and pain.
Understanding what Jason said, and why, the young Ifrytor hesitated for only a second and was about to speak when the King screamed again.
"NOO!!"
Meanwhile, Jason ignored him and instructed his soulbonds,
"Don't kill them yet…if you want, cripple them. We can still heal them later. That is if we want to…"
While Jason said this, his voice sounded eerily cold, only for his expression to be normal again as he turned his attention back to the youth, who was willing to help him out.
The Ifrytor was afraid for his life, believing that he might die soon.
However, if he could save his race by revealing the names of everyone who was responsible for the infiltration on Argos, this sacrifice was definitely worth it.
Jason sensed the sincerity of his response to protect his race, and he didn't think that the youth was betraying his king.
Rather, it was the king, who was betraying his own people by placing his son's life above the rest of them.
But even then, Jason couldn't say anything about that.
After all, it was the King's decision of who he wanted to save and who he wanted to sacrifice.
It was not Jason's call to say anything about that because he would become the one, who would end the lives of numerous family heads on this very day!
With that thought flashing through his mind, Jason read the young Ifrytor's memories.
A minute later, he let go of the young Ifrytor before giving him a small smile.
"You can go now…thank you…"
Jason's entire anger had subsided, and only frustration was left behind.
Turning back to the battlefield, he saw that his soulbonds hadn't really done anything.
They knew that they had received permission to do whatever they pleased.
However, even then, the five of them didn't feel that Jason would really ask them to attack possibly innocent people.
As such, they simply blocked the advance of the King and his Vassal, while awaiting Jason's orders.
After spending some time untangling the mess of jumbled thoughts in his head, Jason took a deep breath.
A moment later, he transmitted his beloved soulbonds all the names, faces, and pictures of the authorities that were responsible for everything that the Ifrytor race had done on Argos.
His eyes were clear and cold but his heart was heavy as he issued two seemingly simple words that brought forth drastic consequences, death, and sorrow upon hundreds of Ifrytors.
"Kill them!"
