Chapter 1414: Heading to the Foremans
Chapter 1414: Heading to the Foremans
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Give me the coordinates. I’ll reach out to the Foreman family’s ancestor for assistance. The highest-ranking ancestor of the Foreman family has already assured that if the Neal family aids in rescuing Eva, the Foreman family will spare no effort, regardless of the cost,” Galliard Foreman proposed, recognizing the value of timely aid over grand gestures.
For the various families, their ancestors were more than just leaders—they were guardians.
Their loss would be an irreplaceable blow to the family, representing the heart and soul of their people.
Kohen Neal was taken aback by the Foreman family’s resolute stance.
There was no need for pretense if they were willing to commit so fervently.
“Thank you,” he expressed with a bow. “If the Foreman family extends their aid, I will bring Braydon to express our gratitude with gifts.”
“The Neal family has Braydon, and the Foreman family has Eva. These two youths hold promising futures. The Foreman family is eager to forge a bond with the Neal family. This incident is a testament to our sincerity,” Galliard concluded before promptly reaching out to the family ancestor.
As one of the Spirit Sea’s four great families, the Foreman family possessed a formidable foundation, likely with a senior ancestor whose status rivaled that of Fontane Neal.
Remington Neal, observing through the mirror, expressed concern.
“Braydon and I are less than 1,000 kilometers from the Foreman family,” he revealed, prompting Galliard to hasten with the arrangements.
Braydon Neal’s safety was of paramount importance.
It sent ripples through the nerves of the three families!
Kohen readily agreed to Braydon’s departure for the Foreman family.
With the protection array at the Foreman family’s base camp, the Demon Saint Island wouldn’t dare to make a move.
Each family’s headquarters boasted a formidable protection array, legacy gifts from their founding ancestors.
Their might was unparalleled!
In the boundless expanse of the sea, portals materialized against the clear sky.
Three elderly men emerged from the black doorway, each adorned with white wings upon their backs—the ancestors of the Foreman family, figures transcending the realm of holy masters.
With gentle smiles, they acknowledged Remington.
“Greetings, Wolfhart Neal and Jaromir Neal, the prodigies of the Neal family. And this must be Braydon,” Karl Foreman greeted warmly.
“Wolfhart pays his respects to the venerable seniors,” Wolfhart bowed respectfully.
The Foreman family’s three ancestors exuded an air of venerability.
Karl assured, “Once back at the family, safety is ensured for a long while. Our second ancestor has already gone ahead. I am certain Fontane is unharmed.”
The Foreman family’s second ancestor, offspring of the family’s first, had endured for ten millennia, a testament to the race’s unfathomable depth.
Had it not been for Braydon’s plight, the Foreman family wouldn’t have divulged the fact that their second ancestor was still alive.
As long as these ancestral figures endured, they could safeguard their kin for eternity.
Together, the group ventured into the spatial portal, whisked away to the Neal family’s stronghold in the heart of the Spirit Sea.
The waves churned restlessly.
Just as Braydon and his companions departed, a figure ripped through space and landed in the vicinity.
Clad in a verdant robe, his eyes slitted, exuding a soft yet ominous aura akin to a venomous serpent.
His countenance soured upon sensing the space’s atmosphere.
“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath. “the Foreman family meddled with our targets!”
This man had been tracking Braydon using spatial traces but had arrived too late.
The residual Foreman family aura gave him pause; even in his recklessness, he wouldn’t dare assault their base camp alone.
Such an act would be tantamount to suicide rather than murder.
Disgruntled, he begrudgingly retreated.
Hidden within the Spirit Sea was a sprawling island veiled in immortal mist, spanning over a thousand square miles—the Foreman family’s stronghold.
The surrounding seas had been deemed off-limits by the Foreman family, dissuading sea creatures and itinerant cultivators from trespassing, lest they face swift retribution.
Above the island’s expanse, young Foreman family members frolicked, learning to fly with their snow-white wings.
Among them, an eight-year-old boy, already adept with his wings, approached a guest with innocent curiosity.
“Who are you?” he inquired, his eyes wide with wonder.
“This is a guest, mind your manners!” Karl interjected sternly, though his aged visage betrayed a gentle smile.
A young woman rushed over, shielding the child protectively.
With a pale complexion, she knelt before them, offering her apologies.
“Forgive the little one’s impudence, esteemed ancestors,” she pleaded. “He is but a child, unaware of proper decorum.”
“Don’t worry. Escort the child away,” Karl reassured, his spirits uplifted by the unexpected turn of events that favored the Foreman family.
The Neal family prodigy signified a potential means to save Eva Foreman.
Simultaneously, distortions rippled through the surrounding space, heralding the emergence of a portal.
From within stepped out Kohen and Galliard, walking side by side.
“Family Head!” Remington approached, acknowledging their presence.
“Thank you for your efforts,” Kohen nodded in appreciation.
“The fate of our other disciples…” Remington’s gaze reflected guilt and remorse for his inability to safeguard their comrades, thus disappointing the family.
Yet, Kohen’s voice resonated with determination. “Braydon is unharmed. Your valor is commendable. The Neal family shall not forget the treachery of our adversaries. Demon Saint Island will pay dearly for their transgressions.”
The Neal family bred individuals who harbored no mercy.
Their code dictated retribution for any wrongdoing.
Approaching Braydon, Galliard prepared to arrange accommodations, only for Braydon to decline bluntly.
“There’s no hurry for lodgings. The Neal family must repay the Foreman family’s kindness. I don’t like being indebted to outsiders. Senior Remington has briefed me on the Neal family’s principles.”
Eva’s salvation depended on Braydon’s unique abilities; thus, there was no room for pleasantries.
Eva’s safety took precedence.
“No rush indeed,” Galliard conceded with a helpless smile, acknowledging Braydon’s resolute stance.
“Once I have repaid the Foreman family, we can then stay here feeling at ease,” Braydon affirmed firmly, unwavering in his decision.
And so, it was settled.
Having repaid the favor, it seemed fitting to remain here.
“The Neal family has nurtured an exceptional talent. In that case, Galliard, escort Braydon over,” Karl remarked with genuine admiration.
Observing this, Galliard saw no need to press further.
After all, Eva’s condition was dire, and time was of the essence.
The Foreman family had reached out to the Neal family after discovering Braydon’s dual-pupils ability.
The Six-Winged Goddess of the Foreman family was a figure shrouded in myth and legend, an entity whose existence was scarcely believed, let alone the legendary Four-Winged Goddess.
The notion of a Six-Winged Goddess was almost unfathomable.
Deep within the Foreman family’s central island, the temperature plummeted within the icy confines of the underground prison, even causing Braydon to shiver involuntarily.
On the ninth level of the Ice Prison lay Eva, her delicate form lying motionless on the bed.
Every inch of her flawless body exuded an air of ethereal beauty, yet her furrowed brows betrayed the torment she endured.
Her aura was feeble, yet a sense of turmoil lingered around her.
This forbidding place barred entry to men, and ordinary people were not allowed to enter either.
Eva’s sanctum was guarded vigilantly by two Foreman family ancestors.