Not long ago, Stan had made a special trip to a distant planet, where he encountered two mythical creatures.
Through a series of events involving his siblings being invited to the planet, they had uncovered valuable information about Earth. The first discovery was that there existed a human on Earth with an aura of inner peace strong enough to heal Stan's current condition.
The second discovery was the location of an item once wielded by an ancestor of their bloodline.
With these two pieces of information, the group had begun their search. While they were unfortunate in failing to find the human with the inner peace aura, they were lucky enough to track down the legendary item.
Peter had recently received information that the sword once wielded by Arthur Pendragon, an ancestor of their bloodline, had been located. He had just shared this news with the others.
Now, Peter was proposing that they all head to the identified location.
On the large oval table in the center of the room, a holographic display of a 3D map shimmered into view. A single red dot marked the location of the sword.
"If I may ask," Stan said, breaking the silence, "How exactly was it found? I wasn't expecting your method to actually work."
Stan's tone was calm but carried a hint of curiosity as he turned to Peter, waiting for his explanation.
"Hey… That was my idea, not his," Caspian interjected, cutting into the conversation.
He continued, "To find the sword that's rumored to have the same energy as ours, what we needed was our energy. I infused some of our bloodline energy into an energy-storing crystal. That energy reacts when it comes near something with a similar energy signature. Using this method, they were able to locate the item when one of the objects they found reacted to the energy."
When Caspian first proposed the idea, most of them thought it was too risky. But to their surprise, it had worked faster than they expected.
"Items? Does that mean it's not actually a sword we're talking about here?" Theron asked, his brows furrowed.
"That's why we all need to go," Peter replied. "According to the report, what was found doesn't look like a sword—at least, not the one we were shown by that unicorn. But the fact remains that the item reacted to the bloodline energy, which means there's a link."
"There's a problem, though," Caspian added. "Asia is one of the regions where we don't have many portals. This means our transportation will have to be… normal."
Despite this inconvenience, the group quickly concluded what needed to be done.
Stepping out of the meeting room, they headed straight to the faction's transport hub. Outside, they approached a massive skyscraper that housed their transportation facilities. From there, they boarded a helicopter that flew them to the nearest airport.
At the airport, a private jet awaited them. The moment they were all seated, the jet's engines roared to life, and they took off, heading for their destination.
"Well… looks like you've been placing more funds outside the faction," Stan commented, glancing around the luxury interior of the private jet.
"I've lost count of how many private jets we have," Peter replied casually.
The Dragon Roar faction wasn't just focused on evolution and power. In the normal human world, they wielded immense wealth and influence.
Over the years, they had single-handedly established several successful businesses, including tech companies, agricultural enterprises, and educational institutions. Their advanced knowledge and strategic planning had ensured that all these ventures thrived.
Beyond businesses, the faction had also secured positions of power in society. Many of their members held influential roles such as bankers, army generals, politicians, and other high-ranking officials. Peter had meticulously ensured that the faction had control or influence in multiple key sectors.
For the Dragon Roar faction, money was never a problem. In fact, they rarely traded with other factions and were largely unknown to them. Their self-sufficiency and secrecy set them apart.
After spending several hours in the air, the jet finally landed at a private airport.
Preparations had already been made in advance, and it didn't take long for all six of them to settle into a sleek, black limousine waiting for them on the tarmac. Moments later, the limousine began to move, gliding smoothly through the streets.
"Where exactly are we right now?" Stan asked, looking out at the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Yogyakarta," Caspian replied. "That's where the item was found."
He paused for a moment before adding, "Museum Ullen Sentalu, to be precise. But it makes me wonder… is this the place where the fight took place?"
"Who cares, as long as we get our hands on the item?" Peter said dismissively. "If it's something from the past and contains a large amount of energy, it could be beneficial for us. Perhaps we could even launch an immediate attack on the Nine Divine Beings."
"Keep that off your mind," Elder Rooney said sharply, speaking for the first time after being mostly silent, engrossed in the Pendragon Book he had been studying.
"We won't be attacking anyone," he added firmly, his voice brooking no argument.
"What are we going to do with it when we get it, then?" Cressida asked, her curiosity evident.
Elder Rooney glanced up briefly. "Let's focus on getting it first," he replied, returning his attention to the book.
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After another long hour of driving, they finally arrived at their destination.
The six Pendragons stood in front of an old gate, its weathered surface framed by walls covered in thick weeds. Despite its age, the gate had an air of mystery and quiet significance.
"We're here already, but I can't feel anything," Stan said, frowning as he looked around. "Does that mean the energy is weak?"
Caspian had no answer, his expression thoughtful as he scanned their surroundings.
Fortunately for them, the place appeared to be an old, deserted temple. The area was filled with tall trees, crumbling statues, fountains, and other structures that looked ancient but were clearly maintained for tourist attractions. The atmosphere was serene yet heavy, as though the place carried untold stories within its walls.
The good thing was that the museum appeared to be closed for the day, which meant they had the entire place to themselves.
Following Caspian's lead, the group approached the gates of Museum Ullen Sentalu. Without hesitation, they phased through the locked gates, moving silently and with purpose. Caspian held the details of the item's location, guiding them through the quiet corridors and open paths of the museum grounds.
Eventually, they arrived at an open courtyard dominated by a water fountain in the center. The gentle sound of flowing water echoed faintly in the still air.
As they moved closer, their eyes were drawn to something behind the fountain. From their angle, it looked like a statue partially emerging from the ground.
But as they got closer, it became clearer.
It was a sword.
The blade had been stabbed deep into the ground, its hilt and a portion of the blade exposed. However, it didn't gleam or shine like a typical weapon. Instead, it looked ancient, almost like stone, with its surface covered in moss and weeds. Time had clearly taken its toll on the relic.
While the sword itself was intriguing, what truly caught the group's attention was the sensation that washed over them the moment they entered the area.
A sharp chillhrough their bodies, as if ice-cold water had been poured over them. The sensation wasn't just physical—it seemed to touch something deeper, almost like an instinctual warning.
They stood frozen in shock, their breaths visible in the now frigid air.
None of them spoke, but their expressions reflected the same thought: this place, and the sword before them, was far from ordinary.
"This much dragon energy… How has it gotten out already?" Stan blurted out, still frozen in place, his voice filled with disbelief.
The others remained silent, trying to process the overwhelming sensation surrounding them.
Eventually, they all snapped out of their daze and began moving cautiously toward the stone-like sword embedded in the ground.
A few steps away from the sword, they all stopped in unison. Not because they were forced to—but because of what they saw.
"What is this?!" Peter shouted, his tone sharp with frustration.
As they got closer, something—or someone—had appeared before them, blocking their path. It was a familiar obstacle, a recurring party pooper they had come to despise.
Surrounding the sword and the area around them was a thick, swirling fog of green aura. The air was dense with its energy, and they all immediately recognized it fohat it was.
The Fate Aura.
They all knew what its presence signified—it was a manifestation of the universe's will, a force meant to dictate and control outcomes.
"Damn it!" Peter growled, his frustration boiling over. "I won't take this! To hell with fate, and to hell with the universe's will!"
Without waiting for the others, Peter stormed forward. His anger propelled him past the thick aura as he reached out toward the sword, defying the invisible force that surrounded it.
"You'd better listen to the Fate Aura," a voice suddenly echoed, sharp and commanding. It wasn't too deep but carried an undeniable authority and power. "Trust me, I know better than any of you how harsh the consequences of going against the will of the universe can be."
Peter froze mid-step, his hand inches from the sword. The voice reverberated in his mind, sending a chill down his spine. Slowly, he backed away, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Am I the only one going crazy, or did anyone else hear a voice in their mind?" Caspian asked, his eyes wide with confusion.
"I think it's coming from the sword," Peter said, pointing toward the ancient blade. He still felt shaken, though none of them could tell what he had experienced when he got so close.
"Who… who are you?" Elder Rooney asked cautiously, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.
There was silence for a moment.
"Wait a minute… you can all hear me?" the voice replied, sounding genuinely surprised.
The group exchanged uneasy glances but said nothing.
"Well, that's a first—even for Pendragons," the voice continued, now calmer but still authoritative.
"Since you asked, I'll introduce myself," it added.
The next words sent shockwaves through the group.
"I am Arthur Pendragon, and I bear the title of the strongest Pendragon that ever lived," the voice declared.
The air grew heavy, and the group stood frozen, unable to process the enormity of what they had just heard.