Life After Prison



Severin had just prepared to make his move when Blake's expression turned serious all of a sudden. Blake gazed at the sky not far away with a wary expression, tightening his grip on the dark-black, lustrous, ring-hilted broadsword. Faint sword energy emanated from the glowing blade, cutting into the surrounding space and distorting the void.

Sensing that something amiss, Severin concealed his figure within the void. Ge remained curious about what Blake had detected, and the latter seemed to be on high alert.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Following Blake's gaze, Severin glanced over and saw a streak of light rapidly approaching from dozens of miles away, just like a shooting star. Within the glow was a familiar figure. 'Karl?' he thought to himself in surprise.

Ever since he and the rest had traversed the wormhole, they were instantly separated and had no contact with each other. It was rare for one to encounter a familiar face within a place as vast as the Starry Sky Battlespace, and Severin did not expect to run into Karl so soon.

Karl's somewhat anxious expression led Severin to speculate that Karl was likely targeting metal Uru in the meteorite belt.

Severin then turned to Blake. The two had condensed their auras, ready to attack at any given time. Severin grinned to himself and thought, 'This is a sign that the Menzies regard Karl as their enemy

Upon further reflection, it made sense for Blake to perceive Karl as a foe. Blake and the disciple who was with him were both eyeing the metal Uru in the meteorite belt, which Elron-the Greatflare's ninth prince-had contended for too. The duo's spiritual energy had diminished significantly, so Karl's sudden appearance understandably put them on edge.

Severin snickered from the shadows, feeling as though a bag of popcorn would be perfect at that moment.

In the distance several dozens of miles away, Karl sped toward the meteorite belt with an anxious expression on his face. Memories of his time at the uncharted planet had drilled a sense of anxiety and unease. His tenseness was then further heightened as he detected the shockwaves of a battle in the meteorite belt up ahead.

Damn it! I never would've thought that someone is seizing the metal Uru from this meteorite belt too! Karl mused with irritation. He had already failed to secure the Lunar Dew, and losing yet another opportunity would significantly impede his return to greatness!

Fueled by that thought, Karl unleashed his aura and heightened his speed to dart straight toward the meteorite belt. As he neared, however, Karl was unexpectedly struck by a thousand-foot-long black sword light.

The razor-sharp glow cut through the fabric of space in a black line, rupturing the void and producing gusts of elemental energy. The surprise assault made Karl's pupils contract, and he swiftly retrieved a small cauldron and positioned it above his head. The cauldron was a superior-quality defensive spiritual treasure.

A thunderous explosion soon ensued, and Karl emerged from the flames with a disgruntled expression. His expression turned gloomy and intimidating as he yelled coldly, "Who attacked me?"