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Chapter 898 The Tapestry Unraveled: A War of Fates and Betrayals

Chapter 898 The Tapestry Unraveled: A War of Fates and Betrayals

?The revelation sent shockwaves through the group. The figures standing behind Avargan were not just random individuals; they were strategically placed individuals within the kingdoms, each playing a role in the grand design orchestrated by the puppet master and his son, Elyndor.

Reign's mind raced as he assessed the situation. "Traitors from both kingdoms," he muttered under his breath, realizing the extent of the conspiracy. "Avargan has embedded his agents deep within the political and military structures of Irason and Elais."

"All of them … all of them are your children, but how, how is that even possible?!" Aragos shouted in disbelief as he stared at the siblings he never knew he had.

There were about 30 of them.

Twenty children, all Avargan's children, something that should not be possible.

Avargan was, after all, an elf, just like all of the people from both the Irason and Elais kingdoms. Their fertility was low, very low.

"Wait, don't tell me…" Aragos's eyes widened suddenly as Avargan chuckled.

"Correct, I used 'Ulbvar', after all, I was one of the people that created it," Avargan said, his words causing everybody present to stare in shock.

"Unfortunately, after my brother banned it, I was forced to steal a sample from the vault in order to continue with my plans, in order to create you," Avargan said as he stared at Aragos.

"And all of you know, and yet you are with him?!" Adrian suddenly shouted in anger as he stared at the people behind Avargan.

"He killed your mothers, he killed all of them with that drug, don't you understand that?!"

"It is a necessary price to be paid for the tapestry of fate to be brought back to how it was supposed to be." One of the people present said in a calm and stoic voice as Avargan nodded his head.

"Our people have always been long-lived, but with that gift came a price, we are not as fertile as most races."

"You all understand that, after all, it could take decades for an elf to finally get pregnant, of course, the positive with that is that after pregnancy, there is a short period of time during which an elf is more fertile than usual, which is how nobles have children that are only a couple of years apart, unlike commoners whose children might be decades apart."

"I made this drug in order to help our people, unfortunately, it failed, and yet, it had given me an opportunity, an opportunity to use it for my own advantage."

"My children all understand my goal, they understand that sacrifices must be made for the tapestry of fate to be brought back to normal, for our people to prosper."

"I shall bring it back, I shall reclaim my rightful spot as the ruler, and then … then the angel will come to bless me, and with that blessing, with that power, I shall rule over our kingdom and make it into an empire, a true empire that will rule over a vast territory."

Adrian, unable to contain his anger, took a step forward, his voice trembling with rage. "You sacrificed innocent lives, and betrayed your own people, all for some twisted notion of fate and power? This is madness!"

Avargan, unfazed by Adrian's outburst, maintained his composed demeanor. "Madness, my dear nephew, is subjective. What I do, I do for the greater good. Sacrifices are necessary for progress, for the prosperity of our people."

"You have been told of the workings of fate by my brother, so you know what happens to those that stray far from it, and those that put things where they belong to."

"The angels come, they punish and reward, and I shall be the one to be rewarded, and there is nothing you can do to stop it," Avargan said as he smiled dangerously.

Avargan, a glimmer of paternal pride in his eyes, glanced at Aragos, and responded, "Aragos, my son, you have always been one of the chosen ones. Together, we shall reshape destiny, and you will play a pivotal role in our triumph."

As the tension in the clearing escalated, the figures behind Avargan remained stoic, seemingly unwavering in their loyalty to the puppet master's grand design. Theron, assessing the situation, whispered to Mia, "We need to find a way to get out of here, I have already recorded all of this, we just need to get the memory crystal to one of the kings, that will be enough to clear the mission and to stop this guy.

"Ah, well that won't be fun, after all, did you really think I allowed you to get here just so that you could leave?" Avargan said as he glanced at Theron.

"No, you have come here as was foretold, to fulfill your destiny, to set fate on the right path."

"You are playing an important part in that, my son," Avargan said as Aragos stared into his eyes with anger and fury.

"I don't know what kind of twisted mind you have, but if you think I will ever join you, then you have no idea just how much you are mistaken."

"I know, that is why your fate is not to join us, my son," Avargan said with a smile.

"You will fulfill your destiny here, you shall help me reshape destiny, bring it back to its original form, and you shall do so by becoming a martyr."

"This is the borderland, my son did tell you that I was wandering through it."

"Here, your dead bodies will be found, bodies of people from both kingdoms, a prince, the eldest of my brother and the one most likely to inherit the crown, and the little prince of Elais, the one people believe to be my brother's bastard son."

"They will find you, and that will make this war erupt with even greater fervor, both sides will wish for revenge this time, and both sides will enter the climax of this war, and when it comes to the climax, it will be me that will appear, taking back the fate that was always supposed to be mine," Avargan said with a chuckle before he smiled dangerously at them all.

"Let us begin."

Suddenly, many arrays were activated, shrouding the area and suddenly weakening Reign and the others while strengthening Avargan and his children.

They were all Tier V combatants, every single one of them, and with the arrays in place, each of them was more than a match for them.

They were not the true threat, however.

Reign stared at Avargan who was still standing with a smile on his face.

They all knew that he was the biggest threat here, the only Tier VI combatant present.

If Avargan moved, if he attacked them, they knew that it would be over for them.

"You are a weird one." Avargan suddenly said as he glanced at Reign before cocking his head to the side.

Suddenly, he disappeared before appearing in front of him.

"I see their fates, I see their roles in all of this, but you, you don't have any?"

"No, you do, you have to, but I can't see it."

"Who are you?!" Avargan suddenly asked with his face turning red before Reign suddenly moved.

"I will take care of him, you take care of the others!" Reign shouted as he suddenly transformed, the immense power coming out of him causing all the people near him to be pushed back, including Avargan who stared with anger and fury at him.

"You, I know what you are!"

"Despicable, how dare you interfere?!"

"You are no angel, you are a thief, a mistake of the universe that will be corrected!" Avargan said as he stared at Reign in his Nephilim form with immense hatred.

Reign, now in his Nephilim form, stood tall and imposing, his wings spreading wide. The air around him crackled with celestial energy as he faced Avargan. The puppet master's hatred only fueled Reign's determination to thwart his twisted plans.

While Reign confronted Avargan, the others engaged in a fierce battle with Avargan's children. Theron and Elara unleashed powerful spells, their magical prowess holding its own against the elven combatants. Nayle and her team fought skillfully, utilizing their unique abilities to counter the overwhelming numbers.

Adrian, driven by fury and the desire for justice, clashed with one of Avargan's sons. The combat was intense, each blow carrying the weight of the revelation that Avargan was responsible for what was happening to the two kingdoms in the last two decades.

As the chaotic battle unfolded, Aragos, with great anger that had built up inside of him, fought wildly against his siblings. Elyndor, observing the conflict with an indifferent gaze, remained a formidable adversary, his magical abilities adding complexity to the skirmish.

"You said that you know what I am?" Reign asked Avargan who scoffed at him.

"You are an aberration, a mistake that I will correct. The angels will not tolerate your interference, you will not be let off easily, and the only reason you even exist is because of the existence of that one being!"