Blades of energy in the shape of a crescent moon flashed towards his neck, intending to kill him post haste.
The mont Torq’s eyes shot open, he witnessed the attack, not having any capability to react, for he was currently a baby.
A literal baby born re hours earlier!
Gua!
Echoed his voice as the attackers, simultaneously, got crushed by a group of people.
"My son!" Resounded the voice of a concerned mother who approached Torq and picked him up, hurriedly inspecting his condition before signing in relief, "He isn’t hurt."
"Good!" Replied a gruff man who approached one of the dead attackers and crushed the latter’s head, "The Varahan Empire has grown desperate."
"They’re afraid of my grandson’s potential and wish to kill him when he’s just a bud." The more he spoke, the more the gruff man seed to seethe in anger, until a minute later when he roared, "Who’s there?"
"Your orders, father?" Two n kneeled at the room’s entrance respectfully.
"Figure out which City in the Varahan Empire these assassins grew up in." The gruff man commanded, "I want it up in flas before dawn!"
"Yes, it’ll be done!" Followed by a nod, the two n disappeared into the night.
"MyuraBuntara, my daughter." The gruff voice consoled the crying mother, "I’ll increase security around the premises. Why don’t you remain next to your son tonight?"
"He’s the sole success of our plan and will one day lead our entire branch to untold heights."
"I will, father." MyuraBuntara was a Gold Grade existence with 6-Life Stage cultivation. She was a powerhouse belonging to the rapidly expanding Clan touted to be the strongest on Sumatra.
The Wean Clan!
Every single Wean Clansman was a Gold Grade existence, capable of reaching the peak of the Body Stage in a re eight years. Even the least talented take about a decade to mature.
And in their quest to grow even more powerful, the Wean Clan added in four branches, each as special as the other.
The Main Family controlled the four Branch Families, for leading the Main Family were Boar Kings, existences at the peak of the Gold Grade. And they even had a small possibility of entering the Mystic Grade to beco the Empyrean Boar King.
Hence, the Empyrean Boar race ford the Main Family of the Wean Clan, while its sister races ford the Branch Families.
MyuraBuntara’s son was the sole inheritor of one of these Branch Families, the strongest Branch Family in fact. And hence, the mont he was born, he was a target of the Wean Clan’s enemy.
The Varahan Empire!
In its inception, the Wean Clan and the Varahan Empire were one entity. The Wean Clan ford the upper echelon of the Varahan Empire, serving as City Lords and other administrative heads of the Empire. They had Gold Grade strength.
The Free Humans served under the Wean Clansn, and uniformly, they had Silver Grade strength. Their strength was entirely reliant on the Wean Clansn, for the mineral they forged their Silver Grade Humans Avatars with, called Vara, ca from Wean Clansn.
They had a tight relationship, creating a beneficial cycle that rocketed their growth. In a re century, they were on track to eclipse the Brimgan Empire. But then, the Mystic Seven interfered to prevent their unstoppable growth.
A Civil War occurred as the Free Humans rebelled against the Wean Clansn, splitting the two sides that to this date, could never reconcile.
There was a mont of peace during the war, when the Empyrean Snappers rampaged around the Varahan Empire’s border. Both sides joined hands against the external threat.
But imdiately after the threat was dealt with, they returned to their infighting.
’And I am soone that can turn the tides of this war easily.’ Torq thought as he gathered his bearings and accustod to his new life.
Though he was a re baby, he still had the ans of conscious thought, for that was how Wean Clansn were born. The Main Family could grow at trendous speeds, while the Branch Families, though slower in comparison, still grew at rocket speeds in contrast to Gold Grade Pranic Beasts and free Humans.
"My baby...!" MyuraBuntara sat next to Torq and dangled her finger before the latter’s face, smiling upon seeing her son try to grab her finger, "Your father will be overjoyed to hear news of your successful birth."
"He’ll rush here bearing gifts the mont he hears about you." She smiled widely the mont Torq grabbed her index finger and made a gleeful sound, "AWW!"
Gua!
MyuraBuntara suddenly noticed her son staring at the ceiling, with a sowhat afraid expression. Before she could even process it, her body moved instinctively.
Boom!
Fierce windblades burst out of her and stabbed in the direction of the ceiling, at an empty spot. However, blood spurted out in response, ’There was another one hiding here?’
"Guards!" She roared upon seeing the assassin swiftly move to evade her, land on the floor, and leap back, upon which his figure vanished from her view.
Without hesitation, she returned to stand next to Torq and split her Life Stage stack, surrounding Torq from all sides, ’His stealth is insane!’
There were only a few droplets of the assassin’s blood dropping from the ceiling. The assassin was no longer visible. Even as the guards rushed inside, nothing changed.
"Where’s the assassin?" The gruff man rushed inside with imposing montum, quickly eyed Torq and heaved a montary sigh in relief upon seeing the baby was fine.
"He vanished right before my senses!" MyuraBuntara cursed, "I’m afraid the assassin is still hiding sowhere around here!"
’Right! My son was able to sense the assassin!’ She hurriedly observed her baby’s face, trying to find any clues from the latter’s expression, ’There’s no fear in his face. That ans the assassin is at least not within this room at the mont.’
Her split bodies vanished and returned to their stack as she touched them one after another. And then, she held Torq in her arms and took a seat on the bed, faintly gasping for breath. "Father, please guard , not from the outside."
She pointed at the chair right next to her bed, "Can’t you stay next to ?"
"...Alright," The gruff man only considered for a mont before he slumped on the chair and barked an order, "Shift my work table here."
"Yes," One of the guards took charge and exited the room. Soon, there was so bustle in the place as the guards moved the gruff man’s work table into MyuraBuntara’s room.
Her room was situated on the third floor carved into the stem of a 400-tre tall tree. Dozens of floors stretched along the tree where countless Wean Clansn lived.
Currently camouflaged within the tree’s foliage, standing upon a leaf while observing the activity below was the assassin. ’Even MyuraBuntara, with her 6-Life Stage cultivation, failed to sense . But that newborn did.’
A faint, hazy silhouette of a man floated like a cloud next to his shoulder as the assassin muttered, "Please grant strength, Your Majesty."
"So that I can get rid of this threat before it matures any further."
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