Kaden had spent more time than expected with his sister, Daela. He was there to comfort her, reassuring her that he would come back soon.

It was not an easy thing to do.

Now Daela was quite unhinged when they were alone. She shamelessly demanded to be spoiled rotten, and if Kaden had the audacity to refuse, or even to grumble under his breath… then she would throw a tantrum like none ever seen before.

In the end, she always got what she wanted, with that beaming grin plastered on her lips, eyes closed in bliss as she enjoyed her brother's touch.

Kaden couldn't help but chuckle as he recalled those moments. "Daela truly… is something," he muttered.

He walked down the hallway of his house, black walls on each side bare and unadorned, the ground shrouded in a crimson tapestry.

He was heading straight toward his father's personal training ground to bid his farewell before leaving for Fokay.

He had already done the same with his mother, and like always, Serena had hugged her favorite child for more than five minutes, tears welling in her eyes as she whispered for him to be safe.

At that time, Kaden couldn't help but wonder why she always acted this way whenever he was about to leave the house.

It wasn't as if danger and death were strangers in this place.

Her answer had surprised him.

"You do not understand the weight of a mother's love for her children. We accept death, but what kind of mother would ever want to see her child dead?" she had said, her smile so warm that Kaden's heart trembled, her angelic giggle ruffling through his chest.

Kaden hadn't known how to respond to such words, so he simply nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he kissed her left cheek gently before running away in embarrassment.

Serena's laughter had echoed behind him, followed by her voice shouting that she loved him.

Kaden's smile had only deepened.

And now, here he was, about to meet his dear father.

He abruptly stopped in his tracks as a door loomed before him.

It was a towering black door, wide enough and tall enough to admit a behemoth. A sword symbol was engraved upon its surface — unmistakable, it was his father's blade, Aeron, the Destroyer of Space.

Kaden raised his hand, gently tracing the symbol, feeling the cold, smooth lines sink into his finger and travel down through his body.

At his touch, the door opened like a curtain, recognizing the son of its master.

He stepped through.

The world shifted.

He appeared in a space far larger than it had any right to be — a vast expanse of rock stretching endlessly as far as the eye could see. Above, the sky was white, a mosaic of shattered glass shards pieced together into something broken yet whole.

The ground was fractured, jagged pieces scattered everywhere. The atmosphere was crushing, the very fabric of space unnaturally dense. Gravity pressed down so heavily that even Kaden struggled to keep his body upright.

In the middle of this desolate training ground sat Garros, perched on a massive black boulder carved with glowing red runes. At his right, Aeron was planted deep into the ground, vibrating faintly with restrained hunger.

Sensing a presence, Garros lifted his head slowly, red predatory eyes locking on his son. A feral grin spread across his lips.

"Youngest." he grunted.

Kaden walked forward, stumbling more than once on the cracked ground, nearly tripping under the weight of the gravity. Each time he caught himself before meeting the ground like a desperate lover's kiss.

At last he reached his father, breathing slightly ragged, a sheen of sweat forming on his brow.

"Why is this place so heavy?" he complained, collapsing beside the left side of Garros on the boulder.

"With less than this, my very breath would tear this place apart. And even, I've lowered the gravity…normally, it's far worse," Garros chuckled, raising his massive, calloused hand to ruffle Kaden's hair.

"But still… you managed to walk through it without falling. That is incredible." Pride thundered in his voice.

Then his grin widened, his head flung back as a manic laugh erupted.

"HAHAHAHA!! I have the greatest children!"

He was genuinely proud of them. All geniuses, but also hardworking. With them, he knew the Warborn's honor would never fade into dust.

Kaden spared him a flat glance, then looked away, letting his father enjoy the moment.

After Garros calmed, Kaden spoke. "I'm going back to Fokay."

Garros grunted a nod. "Today?"

"Yes. After this, I'll leave directly." Kaden picked up a pebble, tossing it into the air and catching it absentmindedly.

"Are you going to search for an evolution stone to become a Master?" Garros asked, his gaze softening as he studied his son.

Serena's likeness was there, clear as day.

No wonder she spoiled him so much.

Kaden nodded. "Do you have any advice? I mean… as a father."

Garros tilted his head, pausing as countless thoughts passed through him. He was never good at this sort of thing, more brawn than brain, but today he wanted to say something meaningful.

He placed his hand firmly on Kaden's shoulder, locking eyes with him.

Red against red.

Blood against blood.

"You are different from us. I see it. Your mother sees it. You're more controlled, always watching with a calculating expression. It's good… but sometimes…"

A savage grin broke his face, his hand tightening on his son's shoulder.

"Sometimes, don't forget that Warborn blood flows through your veins, my son. We are made to kill, to wage war against any who dare look at us wrongly. We are made to embrace death with dignity, not to scheme in shadows like rats."

He leaned closer, eyes burning so hot Aeron began to throb violently, space fracturing around him, his bloody smile tearing open like a wound.

"…and never forget that you are the son of Garros and Serena Warborn. The Space's Bane and the Void Queen."

"So go, youngest. Do what you must."

Then, like a child, his grin twisted mischievous.

"And if you cause trouble… mommy and daddy have your back."

Kaden listened attentively, his father's words sinking deep into him and he was right. He might be different in philosophy, but at his core, he was Warborn.

He suddenly laughed, loud and unrestrained, before smirking mischievously.

"I fear I'll be the one watching your back when you get into trouble, father." He taunted before vanishing instantly, leaving the training ground for Fokay.

Garros sat there, smiling faintly.

'He is a fine son,' Aeron's ancient voice rumbled in his mind.

Garros's grin widened.

"I am blessed with fantastic children."

Aeron laughed, shaking the entire space. Above, the sky cracked apart, raining shards of glass down like a celestial cascade.

'That you are, my friend.'

…

Fokay — Forest of Asterion.

Kaden reappeared exactly where he had left last time: the middle zone of the forest.

He extended his perception instantly, spreading it like a web to feel the presences around him.

But he hardly needed it.

The moment he arrived, she was already there.

A golden-haired girl stood before him, her eyes burning like twin golden suns, her beauty radiant yet scorching. Her smile was violent, predatory, her gaze blistering as it fell on him.

"Finally here, damned Warborn," Sora growled.

But Kaden only grinned.

He spread his arms wide like wings of a raven.

"Go on then. Honor me. Kill me. Let's get this over…"

His grin stretched sharper.

"…golden voice."

—End of Chapter 206—

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