CLEAVER OF SIN Chapter 1232: World Of Reflection [Super Gift Bonus - ]

At the Wargrave Family Estate, Yveric could be seen sitting inside an underground building. Darkness surrounded him, as there wasn’t a speck of light anywhere, but the darkness didn’t bother him. In the absence of the Primarch, he had taken it upon himself to remain here.

Normally, he wouldn’t be here, but the Duke had spoken to him personally before he left. Although the man hadn’t specifically instructed him to come here, he didn’t have to.

Although Yveric remained inside this underground structure, he still kept an eye on whatever was happening above, just in case. Behind him stood a large, metallic black door. It was a vault that contained numerous things that even he knew nothing about.

But he had never asked questions, as it wasn’t his place to do so.

Soon, a portal made of shadows tore open before him. His eyes opened as he took in the shadow portal, the wrinkles on his face tightening into a frown.

His fears had become reality; the Wargrave Secret Vault had been targeted.

Through the shadow portal, an entity stepped out. It was a humanoid being possessing flawless skin covered in glass shards, each reflecting various images of herself.

It was Vellamira, the Sinvaira of Vanity.

Following behind her was Kraymar. His body consisted of bones, making him little more than a walking skeleton, with chains wrapped around various parts of his body. Rusted locks hung over a beating heart that could be seen through his thoracic cage.

One of their objectives had been to get Azaron out of the Wargrave Estate by killing a Wargrave during the war and forcing him to participate directly. However, things had changed. They no longer needed to wait for the Velkarin Empire to kill a Wargrave, as Azaron was already being held back by Azazel.

"It’s nice to finally meet you, Yveric."

Vellamira spoke with a smile as she stood with effortless composure, staring down at the seated Yveric.

"Who are you two?"

Yveric asked as he rose to his feet ever so slowly.

Kraymar smirked at the question, his lips parting as he replied.

"We are so popular, yet you can’t even recognise us, Yveric."

His tone carried a hint of mockery.

Yveric remained silent for a moment as his mind raced at high speed. His eyes flickered with recognition as he uttered a single word.

"Sinvairas."

"Bingo," Kraymar replied with a calm smile on his face.

Vellamira walked forward with a calm stride as the portal closed behind her.

"If you step aside, you will definitely live. We only need one thing from the vault you are protecting. Once we get it, we’ll leave you and your old white hair alone."

She proposed, her offer genuine, as they wouldn’t bother fighting Yveric if he simply stepped aside.

What lay behind the huge black door was the second reason they had started the war. Once they got their hands on it, the subsequent progression of the war would no longer concern them. But... if a couple of Wargraves died along the way, that would certainly be perfect.

Within Crymora were immensely powerful beings. If they weren’t, they wouldn’t be so feared. Just because Malrik had taken out the weakest of them by himself and Halemir had run away from Azaron didn’t mean they were weak.

Anyone outside the likes of Azaron, Morthern, and a few others was simply waiting to be slaughtered by them. They stood above Crownstar Life Rankers with effortless ease, and with their power having spiked once again, the gap between them and everyone else had widened even further.

Therefore, Yveric’s life or death didn’t matter. If they left him alive, it wouldn’t change the grand scheme of things.

"Why propose such a thing when you already know the answer, Miss?"

Yveric spoke as his lance appeared in his right hand. He was ready to take on both of them without a shred of hesitation. His duty as a Commander was to hold all enemies back, no matter how powerful they were or how powerful they might become.

Vellamira sighed at Yveric’s words. She had already anticipated his response, after all, as she knew how fearless almost all Knights were in the face of death, especially old ones like Yveric.

Her lips parted as she spoke in a calm tone.

"World Reflection."

Her Astra Energy immediately surged from her body in waves. The next moment, the glass shards embedded in her body trembled before shooting out in waves. They rotated at an insane speed, then inverted and melted into reality itself.

Yveric didn’t react, as he could already tell what was happening. The world around him changed, and the next moment, he found himself surrounded by nothing but piles of corpses. The air was filled with the stench of death, while decaying organs could be seen scattered in various directions, accompanied by bones that had also begun to decay.

Yveric’s eyes shifted to the side, and there he saw a body he recognised. It belonged to someone who had suddenly vanished, and he could never have guessed that the person had been taken out by the Sinvairas.

Although he could have resisted being dragged into this unknown place, Yveric believed it was better for the battle to happen here. That way, the entire Wargrave Territory wouldn’t be erased by a single attack, as even the underground bunkers the Primarch had built would prove useless against such destructive power.

This way, the death count would remain almost zero.

Vellamira had used her innate World of Reflection ability because she needed to keep this incident a secret. If they fought in the open, word would undoubtedly reach Azaron, and that man would return to save his Knight.

Although World Reflection created a layered dimension across reality, the interior was powerful while the exterior was not. Even an ordinary, unawakened person could wander inside without difficulty.

Vellamira turned towards Kraymar and asked.

"Do you want to take him?"

Kraymar turned towards Vellamira for a moment before shifting his gaze to Yveric. He then shook his head as he spoke.

"He is too weak, so fighting him would be boring. Just have your fun with him for ten minutes at most, as we need to get in and out."

He stated before turning and walking away, stopping at a particular distance. With a thought, bones erupted from the ground, forming a throne of bones. He sat down, crossed his skeletal legs, and simply watched.

As Vellamira was about to turn back towards Yveric after watching Kraymar walk away, she suddenly froze in place as a single word echoed throughout the World of Reflection.

"Freeze."

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