Chapter 246: Family Origins
Darian left the stadium and calmly returned through an underground passage that connected it to the building with the courtyard.
As he entered, Lucy and Lucius ran toward him. Niara smiled and flew over to Lucy; both of them were excited and clearly wanted to celebrate the victory.
Lucius told Darian that Veyle had woken up a little while ago. When he entered the recovery hall, Darian calmly checked her, then looked at the twins.
"I’m feeling a lot better. My body can move freely now, so I want to go to the party tonight," Lucy said quickly.
Veyle still didn’t have the strength to get up, and Silas was still in a coma. The five of them were going to receive the blessing of Heaven’s Will, but Darian had no idea how that would work with Silas unconscious.
"Veyle should be fine in a few days," Darian nodded as he spoke. "Let’s get ready for the party. You guys need to meet our mother’s family too."
Niara and Lucy nodded, then kicked Darian and Lucius out of the hall.
Darian sighed and calmly changed clothes... then, he started thinking about the new losses and victories he’d gone through.
His plan to place first in the tournament and draw attention to himself and his clan seemed to have worked perfectly... but who would’ve thought he’d run into Vanh and end up picking such a big fight?
Back when Mallory threatened him — even though she’d given the order and nearly got his allies killed — Darian had felt more at ease because he knew she wasn’t in a rush to take him down, and she wasn’t going all out. She’d probably told her contacts on Earth to pressure him as much as they could, but without taking direct action. Now... he was sure things were going to change drastically.
"Every time I achieve something, I end up creating a new problem... well... at least I’ve been managing everything and avoiding disaster."
He let out a heavy sigh — the air in his lungs felt way too dense. He sat down and let his eyes wander to the window, where the sunset was painting the sky in shades of orange and purple. The pressure he felt was almost tangible.