Divine Path System

When Varian stepped into Hortus, it was beyond recognition.

Human Empire had just spent 20 years developing rapidly after the end of a century-long war.

It was prosperous, hopeful and joyful.

The old were spending the last phase of their life in peace, knowing that their descendants wouldn't have to face the horrors of war.

The ones in their prime heaved a sigh of relief whenever they remembered their scary childhood, thankful they wouldn't have to be conscripted one day and die in a distant planetoid.

The young, however, dismissed the concerns of their elders as exaggerations.

While they still held awe for the wars from the footages they experienced in 5D format, they did could not grasp the degree of danger.

After all, how could they?

Now a days, even some geniuses in academy reached the Sovereign state. To think it's this level that decided the fate of humanity?

'Come on, give it a break!'

It was a sweet naivety.

One that Varian hoped the kids eventually come out of but didn't mind as much.

It was a sweet naivety.

One that Varian hoped the kids eventually come out of but didn't mind as much.

After all, if the children of a race were naive and oblivious to the horrors of war, wouldn't that mean that they lived in such blissful peace?

Varian was happy for creating that peace.

He was hap—

Boom!

An explosion in the sky scattered the clouds and engulfed a floating urban town.

Debris shot out in all directions. Bits of wood and metal, coated with blood and containing bits of flesh fell in front of him.

Varian bent down and picked up a splinter of wood.

A single splinter of wood with a drop of blood.

It was heavy.

Heavier than a thousand suns he could throw for baseball.

It was cold.

Colder than the near absolute zero he could survive.

It was bloody.

Bloodier than the ocean of blood he witnessed until now.

Varian trembled, like he was shivering in bone-chilling cold. A lump seemed to be struck in his throat. And his eyes turned red.

Perhaps for the first time in a long while, the difference in their power widened in their favor. And this gulf was the largest it had ever been.

Even if a thousand people equivalent to his power attacked, they wouldn't be able to win.

Such was the disparity.

Naturally, there should be no way for him to even recognize their power or the traces of its application when it's so skillfully hidden.

And yet…

"A-Are you okay?"

The power of synergy remained the same. It was a bond that transcended even the disparity created by divine ranks themselves!

So, Varian knew.

The cold wind howled and the snow swirled in the air. Everything in front of him was a heartless white.

But he knew.

This was the place where they were at.

"Are you fine?"

He stepped forward, going past the complex soul formation that was supposed to decieve people's perception to step away from here.

A strong barrier touched his skin and as it did, began to engulf him in a very dangerous power of light. It was quickly followed by a flood of darkness which drowned him.

Varian closed his eyes and felt the powers.

Familiar powers.

Varian's heart which turned cold from the events at God's Eye began throbbing again and he yelled.

"Sarah!"

"Sia!"

"Enigma!"

"Isadora!"

There was an eerie silence in response.

And then, a force pulled him in a direction he couldn't even notice.

Thud!

Varian flew through the wind and crashed onto his knees due to the force.

"Speak."

A cold voice rang in front of him.

Varian raised his head holding his breath and saw her.

A cold beauty in pure white clothes like an angel, looked at him with a sharp gaze. Her soft blonde hair gently fluttered in the wind.

She reached out her hand to cup his cheek and bent down. Her cold breath hit his face and the calm blue eyes looked at him steadily.

"How dare you ask if we are fine, Mr. Husband?"