'I Reincarnated But Have No System? You Must Be Kidding Me!'

Back at the entrance of the crater, chaos brewed—

Tensions were rising.

"Without my connections, you would never have been accepted into the Dark Fate at the first place! Remember that, Kael’thus!"

Lannic’s voice cracked like thunder, his pale eyes flashing with fury. Blue veins pulsed at his temples, and the aquamancer’s crooked staff trembled with residual magic, still steaming from his last spell.

Kael’thus clenched his jaw, his robes torn and stained, a bloodied hand clutching his side. He snapped back without hesitation, his voice laced with venom. "So what!? I devised this plan. I’m the one who mapped out Runewood’s interior. I led us here without triggering the Velzar Trees! Without me, you wouldn’t have made it past the outskirts, much less the Hollow. That elven queen would’ve put a golden spear through your skull the moment you took one step into this ’sacred land.’"

"Sacred land, my ass!" Lannic spat, dismissing the term like poison. "With enough time and resources, I could’ve replicated that stealth spell tenfold! You think you’re irreplaceable? " His brows furrowed deeper. "And unlike you, I’m not sentimental. If it comes to it, I’d let my entire bloodline burn if it means getting the job done."

"That’s because you’re a lunatic!" Kael’thus snarled, stepping forward.

Lannic’s eyes narrowed, and his staff lit with cursed frost. "Say that again."

"I will—"

"That’s enough."

The tension shattered as Raijen—the quietest among them—finally moved. His boots sparked with arcs of pure voltage. Blue lightning hissed along his gauntlets as he took a slow step between the two bickering men. His presence was enough. The air sizzled.