Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 287:The Wyvern Attack

SWOOOSH!

A massive chunk of earth exploded upward with terrifying force. The ground shook violently as deep cracks spread across the surface, tearing it apart and forming huge, jagged rifts that split the land like broken bones.

At the center of the rupture, a humongous shadow began to rise.

Molten lava gushed out as if it had been released from unbearable pressure. It splashed and flowed across the broken land, burning everything it touched. The heat twisted the air, making it shimr, while the tremors grew stronger with every passing second. Trees snapped like dry twigs, rocks crumbled into dust, and the terrain twisted and collapsed as if the land itself was screaming in agony.

The earthquake did not stop.

It intensified.

The ground roared as sothing massive shifted beneath it. From under the shattered earth, strange cries echoed, chilling everyone who heard them.

"Quuoo..."

"Quoooo!"

The sound crawled into the bones.

One by one, small wyverns began to erge from the rifts. Their wings tore through smoke and ash as they clawed their way out. Their scales glowed faintly from the heat below, and their eyes burned with wild hunger. Once free, they spread their wings and ran amok, screeching loudly as they scattered in every direction.

.....

Not far from there, the soldiers of Fenwick were resting.

The brief pause in the war had given them a rare chance to breathe. Weapons were laid aside, armor loosened, and tired bodies finally found rest. Small fires burned softly, casting warm light on weary faces, and quiet laughter echoed through the camp.

So soldiers were sharing stories of ho. Others were eating simple als, chewing slowly as if trying to savor the peace. A few were even joking about going back to their families once the war ended.

"For once, it’s quiet," one soldier said with a tired smile.

"Yeah," another replied, stretching his arms. "It almost feels like normal life again."

The atmosphere was peaceful, almost festive. People talked, laughed, and relaxed as if the world beyond their camp had stopped burning.

Then a piercing scream cut through the air.

"What’s going on?"

"Look up!"

"What is that?"

"Sothing is flying!"

"Wait... it’s coming toward us!"

"AHHH!"

A dark figure suddenly materialized above them, blotting out the light as it descended with terrifying speed. Its shadow swallowed the camp.

"Soldiers, evacuate the people!" soone shouted desperately.

"It’s a large-scale attack!"

Panic erupted instantly.

Wyverns swooped down from the sky, their claws tearing through tents and flesh alike.

Flas burst across the ground, swallowing supplies and bodies in seconds. People scread and ran in every direction, so tripping over each other, others frozen in shock as death rushed toward them.

Steel clashed as soldiers tried to form lines. Magic flared wildly, so spells missing their targets as trembling hands failed to aim properly. A man was dragged screaming into the air, only to fall monts later as a broken corpse. Blood soaked into the soil, mixing with ash and fire.

Smoke filled the air, thick and choking, as cries of fear, pain, and battle echoed endlessly.

Chaos ruled the land.

......

While destruction and terror spread across distant lands, a completely different scene unfolded in Blanks.

There, a festive atmosphere prevailed.

The entire estate was alive with excitent. Colorful decorations hung near the entrance, and people packed tightly together, talking loudly and laughing. A huge crowd had gathered, all waiting eagerly.

The reason was simple.

They were welcoming a new bride.

"Hahaha! You lost, sister. I won the bet!" Herion shouted proudly, crossing his arms with a smug grin.

"Didn’t I say Father would bring us a new mother?" he continued. "Now pay up!"

"Yes, pay up!" Leo added, stretching out his hand eagerly.

Miranda and Nera flushed red with anger. They stomped their feet in frustration, glaring at their brothers.

"Father... you..." Miranda muttered through clenched teeth.

After Ethan had left, the siblings had constantly argued.

The reason was simple yet explosive.

Would their father bring ho a new wife or not?

Miranda and Nera had strongly denied it, while Herion and Leo insisted it would happen. Words turned into shouting, shouting turned into pushing, and pushing turned into a brutal fight. In the end, it beca a bet.

Now, the result stood clearly before them.

"Haaa..." Ray sighed and shook his head. "Father and his habit of collecting—"

"What are you talking about?" a calm voice asked.

Ray paused and turned his head.

A woman stood beside him. She had a stern expression, yet her face carried a gentle warmth that softened her gaze. Her presence was steady, grounding.

Ray felt his heart lt instantly under that look.

"Uhh...Florence nothing much.."Ray smiled and then fiddled his finger with nervousness.

"Also you look bea-"

"They’re here," she said quietly, cutting Ray’s words in the middle.

Everyone turned toward the entrance.

A carriage rolled to a stop, its wheels crunching softly on the ground. The noise faded, and silence fell.

Ethan stepped down first.

Then he extended his hand and carefully helped a woman step out of the carriage. His movents were slow and gentle, as if afraid she might disappear if he rushed.

She moved carefully, supported firmly by him.

The mont she appeared, the crowd fell silent.

Her presence felt strange, almost unreal. For a brief mont, people froze, staring at her face, especially at her eyes. A faint, unsettling feeling brushed their hearts, like a forgotten mory stirring.

Then, as if snapping out of it, they shook off the feeling.

"Welco."

"Welco to Blanks."

"Welco ho."

Warm voices rose one after another, filling the space with kindness.

Claira felt her breath catch.

She had expected cold stares, judgnt, maybe even fear.Instead, she was greeted with warmth.Her hands trembled slightly, and her shoulders stiffened as emotion surged inside her.

Ethan noticed imdiately. He tightened his grip around her hand and gently caressed the back of it, offering silent reassurance. His presence anchored her.

Claira took a hesitant step forward.

She swallowed hard, then bowed slightly, her voice trembling.

"Hello, everyone," she said softly. "I am Claira Ru—"

She paused.

Her fingers curled, and she lifted her head with quiet determination.

"No," she corrected herself.

"I am Claira Blanks."

Her voice shook, but she forced the words out.

"Please take care of ."

For a second, the crowd was silent.

Then smiles spread like sunlight after rain.

"Of course."

"You are family now."

"Welco, Lady Blanks."

Claira’s eyes widened. Her lips trembled, and she shook her head slightly, overwheld by the warmth washing over her. Tears threatened to fall, blurring her vision, but she held them back with all her strength.

For the first ti in a long while, she felt sothing she had almost forgotten.

It was the sense of belonging.