After finishing his communication with the leaders of the Bloodborne Legion, Qin XIan withdrew from his Void Lord form and opened the study door.
Lia entered quickly, holding an envelope. “Soren! Lord Rosha sent an invitation. He’d like you to join him for dinner tonight.”
Once, Lia might have been thrilled at such an invitation. To her and most people in the world of Hydra, being invited by the Hero Rosha was an honor beyond compare. But now, while still pleased, she no longer felt overwhelmed.
Maybe, without realizing it, she already saw Soren as someone on par with Rosha.
Soren took the envelope, his golden eyes narrowing. He suddenly recalled that peculiar little girl, Elia. A small smile curved his lips. “I’ll attend.”
Rosha’s estate wasn’t particularly lavish. Even though the Capetian Empire had offered him a prince’s title and palace on multiple occasions, he declined every time. When Soren arrived at the modest manor, even he felt a tinge of admiration.
Rosha was undoubtedly the strongest in Hydra now, and yet he had little desire for power or luxury. Admirable—but Soren would never be that kind of man.
“Soren, I hope I haven’t disturbed you,” Rosha greeted him personally at the door, standing alongside Elia.
Audrey was nowhere to be seen—she’d been busy coordinating the empire’s ten main legions for the upcoming campaign.
“Soren,” Elia greeted with a smile and graceful curtsy. She looked completely calm and pleasant, unlike the stiff nervousness she’d shown the first time they met.
“Miss Elia. Good evening,” Soren replied with a nod.
On the surface, Elia wore her usual bright and polite smile, but inwardly, every hair on her body stood on end. Though Soren still radiated pure holy light and divine grace, to her, his presence felt even more terrifying than before.
The feeling of suffocating pressure returned stronger than ever. Yet once again, only she seemed able to sense it. Not even Rosha, her chosen, bound to her soul, had any inkling of it.
The three of them chatted briefly, toured the manor, and sat for dinner. The food was decent, though none of them particularly cared. As they ate, the conversation shifted to the Void. Rosha asked questions, and Soren shared without hesitation.
After all, he wasn’t just a powerful warrior—he was the heir of the First Void Court, the son of the Void Empress herself. In all the universe, no one knew more about the Void than him.
He explained its origin, structure, how Voidspawn were born and categorized. He even shared specific weaknesses of Void commanders.
For example, fire-type Voidlords lacked a physical body—physical or elemental attacks were ineffective, even ice magic. Only purifying holy magic could harm them.
He went further, detailing how Voidspawn had no intelligence, merely pawns controlled by their generals. Some cunning commanders could form them into disciplined armies, but if their commander fell, the whole force would collapse in disarray.
“So the key is to take out the leaders,” Soren said. “No matter how many of the small ones you kill, if the general is alive, they’ll just make more.”
“Is that really how it works?” Rosha’s face lit up with astonishment.
Though Hydra had fought the Void for over two centuries, it had mostly been one-sided devastation.
Their understanding of the Void was pitifully limited. Everything Soren shared was priceless knowledge—information that could change the outcome of battles and save thousands.
“Thank you, Soren. What you’ve given us may prevent countless deaths,” Rosha said sincerely.
Even Elia hesitated for a moment. Doubt stirred in her heart. Could it be… she really had misjudged him?
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