Jason remained unmoving as he watched over the massacre his soulbonds caused with a steeled expression.
Focusing their attacks on the responsible authorities and staff that had been the cause of their master's sorrow and pain, they didn't show any mercy.
They killed all of them while giving a wide berth to those who had no played no direct or indirect role in the heinous crime years ago.
Thus, while Artemis, and Petri were clearing the fields all around them, Aren, Solaris and Spyro decided to cross Iriga to finish off those perpetrators who were not in the city.
Using his spatial affinity, Aren could easily cross a distance of several thousand kilometers.
This made things much easier for them, allowing the small group of three to eliminate the remaining perpetrators and leave a few hours later.
Meanwhile, the King and his Vassals were still alive.
Not a single one of them had been responsible for the bloodbath on Argos as it had been too insignificant for them, while a few other powerhouses were killed.
Being unable to move as the space around him had been sealed off by Jason, the King could only pray that his son would be able to escape.
Yet, it was only half an hour after the ferocious beasts had been sent out that the King sensed something.
He couldn't be sure about it, but his instincts told him that his son had just died.
It caused him to feel as if his heart shattered into a million pieces.
All he could do was stare daggers at Jason, and want to twist the unknown existence's neck, killing him if it were only possible.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})His hatred and anger were visible in his eyes and body language, but there was no guilt in Jason's heart.
He simply stared back at the King, while patiently waiting for his soulbonds' return only to point out something of utmost importance,
"You will sign a soul contract with me stating that you won't allow anyone to kill this young man for protecting his race.
If you are not willing to sign it, I will kill you, right here and right now!"
He would add a few more clauses to ensure that nobody would kill the young Ifrytor, who had protected his race and had been ready to sacrifice himself, if necessary.
The young prodigy's calculated move might not have been the best in the eyes of the King and his vassals, but that was not something Jason cared about, at all.
In the end, he got what he wanted, and that was everything that mattered.
What happened to the Ifrytor race was not actually something he would bother about.
Nonetheless, Jason wouldn't go against his words.
Thus, the other Ifrytor had to be prevented from killing the young prodigy himself or asking someone else to do it.
Jason even added a clause prohibiting everyone to cast him as an outsider, or something similar.
This turned the simple soul contract he had manifested in front of him into a long scroll with dozens of clauses.
His expertise with the usage of his soul made everything revolving around the topic of soul quite simple, including materializing the soul contract.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})As such, Jason didn't hesitate to complete the contract before forcing the King, and also his vassals to sign it.
He didn't mind their hateful gazes, and even if it made him look like a tyrant, he was willing to kill if not a single one of them was willing to sign the contract.
It was not necessary to get all of their signatures because they would have to prevent others from killing the young prodigy as well, possibly turning the vassals against each other, if not all of them were willing to sign.
However, after the King was forced to sign, the vassals simply followed suit, feeling as if they had entered hell simply because their monarch and master had been forced to do so.
This was quite interesting in Jason's opinion.
After all, if the king were to ask them to jump from a bridge, they wouldn't hesitate to ask which one, instead of why!
Finding such trusting allies was extremely difficult, and the Ifrytor race's king had multiple of them.
This was extremely great for him if their race's innate talent wouldn't be that bad.
But it was up to them to change things, and definitely not something Jason was willing to do for them.
He had finished what he wanted to do and was ready to leave at once.
'This took much shorter than I expected!' He thought, and Jennifer felt the same.
However, she didn't think that it was a bad thing as Iriga was a planet she wouldn't miss at all.
Yet, even then, Jennifer didn't say anything and kept her eyes locked on Jason while trying to figure out if revenge was truly what he sought, or if it was something else.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Initially, she thought that taking revenge would be a stupid idea because it wouldn't really help lessen the pain and sorrow he had felt.
She had never faced a severe loss if one were to exclude her parents who had abandoned her, and the mystery about Luna, her former master.
Jennifer didn't even know whether she was still alive or not.
It was ridiculous, and if she were to think about it, figuring out her current location, and if she was alive or dead would probably ease her mind a lot.
As such, perceiving the expression on Jason's face, Jennifer was able to understand that her earlier assumption might have been wrong and that taking revenge on those that were responsible for his suffering might help him.
However, even then, it would bring lots of sorrow to the family of those that Jason was bound to kill, so she was conflicted.
Jason had thought like this initially too, but if the other races didn't care about the humans on Argos, he would simply return the favor.
The Era of Cultivation was not something anyone could cope with, let alone survive, and only the strong were allowed and able to decide the fate of the weak.
And right now, the tables had turned, and he became stronger than them, receiving the opportunity to change everything according to his own will!
Thus, Jason was pretty sure that he was generous enough to not eradicate the entire race, which had been his first thought when chaos had descended on Argos, and he had lost those that were the closest to him!
Even then, he didn't really think of himself as a fair and impartial person.
This would be hypocritical, just like most of the thoughts that had flashed through his mind a while ago.
He knew that his acts were selfish and that their sole purpose was to help him and some of his soulbonds to ease their mind, to relieve themselves of the pain and torture their mind had been living with for over a century.
However, this was certainly worth it for him.
This was everything that mattered to Jason as long as he didn't take down the innocent and unarmed.
With that in mind, the guilt in Jason's heart had decreased severely, allowing him to be more at ease.
"Let's go. It looks like we are done here. I don't really want to stay here for even one more second…"
After saying this, he flew towards Jennifer before grasping her waist.
She was still looking at him and hadn't noticed that Artemis and the other soulbonds had returned to the soul world.
Thus, the moment Jennifer nodded her head, she was teleported back to the world bridge they had utilized before.
Those who were left behind, such as the King of the Ifrytor race, his vassals, and the other powerhouses could only stare at the spot at which Jason had been standing just a moment ago.
Their mind was empty, and they couldn't grasp what exactly had just happened.
In a matter of hours, their outlook of the entire universe, and the dangers of other existences had been shattered.
And even if they wanted to do something against it, they were incapable of doing so.
After all, it was not even possible for them to punish the traitor amongst them for betraying the king and their entire royalty.
"My…Son…" The King could only cry bitterly after several minutes had passed.
Turning around, he knew what awaited him inside the palace, but even then, there was no other choice but to go ahead, and return to it…to collect himself and lead the Ifrytor race.
…Or was everything over for the King? Would he succumb to his desperation, the loss of his son?... Only the future could tell!
