Divine Path System

Beneath that door lied the heart of the fortress.

The core of the formations that governed the security of this artifact disguised as a building.

'Forget me, even rank 7s can't break the fortress' defense.'

Baldur felt a tinge of envy. Apparently, the fortresses were all gifts by the kingdom itself to the candidates. It was the badge of their approval.

'But well, it doesn't matter anymore. I don't even know what the heck will happen after this.' Baldur took out a gray spar.

Its surface alternated between hot and cold, soft and hard, elastic and rigid. He couldn't understand what this thing was and how it was even formed.

But it's something Varian gave him.

'Constantine—Varian Konstant…that guy is really,' Baldur sighed.

If it's something from him, then he probably wouldn't be able to find out the truth.

As far as he was concerned, the man who married his idol was shrouded in mystery. Perhaps as much as the legendary princess herself.

"Fuck everyone! This is the last time I'm doing this shit!" The frustrated prince threw a gray spar at the locked door.

Once it touched the door, the spar glowed with a white light.

The spar was actually a rough materialization of the sliver powers by Varian.

The 'rules' Varian instilled in the order was simple.

- Given enough proximity, go through any obstacles and reach the core of formations.

The 'rule' or rather anti-rule in the chaos was simpler.

- Cover everything first and then break it all at once.

Once the spar touched the door, the power of order activated and glowing white spread out from it.

Under Baldur's incredulous gaze, the spar somehow passed 'through' the heavily secured door.

'If they were not rutting like animals, they had a good chance of noticing this.' Baldur smirked.

The prince waited.

All the smugness in him was gone as the seconds trickled by. He began to panic.

'Would it work before they end their session? Did they notice? What should I do? Fuck I'm already did, aren't I?'

As his heart stood on a cliff, ready to give him a stroke, a click sounded, jolting him to raise his hands in surrender.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't know anything. I don't kno—Huh?"

It wasn't those two. It was from the door.

Click! 

Click! 

Without warning, the security formations of the fortress, including the anti-space formation disappeared.

The moans and grunts suddenly stopped.

Baldur was originally curious about what's going to happen here. But he didn't want to put his heart at any more risk. He took out a teleportation disk and activated it. With the fluctuation of space, he disappeared.

"Wh—?!"

Just as Rudolph noticed something was wrong and yelled almost at the same time, a huge space blade reached him.

The prince instinctively tried to pull Daphne as cover but the space blade split into two at the last moment and flanked him, rendering such tactic useless.

He managed to shield his left with the maid while the space blade cleaved four full inches into his waist before it stopped.

Daphne collapsed onto her knees, her eyes filled with shock at the betrayal.

Even though she swore her life to him and was already ready to sacrifice her everything, sacrificing her life on her own and being sacrificed were two different things.

The space blade was lighter on the prince but it nearly severed her waist in half.

Daphne bit her lip, sniffing back the tears that threatened to spill out, not out of physical pain but the emotional grief.

Pouring an emergency healing potion, she quickly got back onto her feet.

Even though she might not look like it, she's a mid rank 7! And back in those days…she was a rank 8!

Boom!

The floor under them vanished as a huge space crack opened up and swallowed all the fine marble. Behaving like a black hole, it began to take devour everything in the surroundings.

The maid jumped back, as did the prince. But two foreign powers acted on them simultaneously.

Daphne's body grew heavy and her 'attraction' to the space crack suddenly doubled.

Rudolph, on the other hand, felt everything around him turn significantly faster. As if someone had pressed the 1.25X button.

"Fucking damn it!"

The prince gritted his teeth and jumped out of the window. In a blink, his fist reached Sage Nevar who wasn't expecting the Prince to lash out despite the heavy injury.

Kacha! 

The layers of space defending Nevar shattered like glass and the tremendous power of a < Paragon Body > reached the Zion warrior.

Nevar teleported at the last moment but he didn't get away scotfree.

When he appeared far away from the fortress, his black armor-shirt disintegrated and light purple blood began to spill out of his chest.

Nevar coughed out pieces of flesh and bones mixed in a lump of compressed blood.

The prince barely recovered a quarter of his strength, but he's stronger than mid rank 7!

If it wasn't for the initial injury taking a toll on him, even this much partiy would've been impossible!

On the other hand, Sarah and Isadora, both in disguised appearances, took on Daphne.

Unlike Rudolph, she took the attack of Sage Nevar—a fellow mid rank 5—nearly at full strength and suffered a serious injury.

Daphne charged green light onto her palms and tried to suck away their vitality.

But as her green beams approached the two, they began to slow down.

The power of time was much more effective on the beam and generated far more results compared to using it directly on her.

So, Sarah stuck to dealing with the attacks and defending them while Isadora…

"Arghhh!"

Daphne screamed as a pin-sized pseudo-blackhole popped up right next to her injury and tore apart her injury that was starting to heal. Now, it was worse than the initial state.

"You bitches! I'll sell you—arghh!"

Daphne's forearm twisted apart and exploded.

The seemingly familiar cold voice rang like divine decree.

"Die, bitch!"