Primordial Awakening: They Targeted My Daughter, I Became The Butcher!

Chapter 81: Departure

Amon stepped closer, his masked face impassive. "Show me everything."

Unable to disobey, Elias channeled the last remnants of his mana into the artifact with a trembling hand.

The Mirror of Eternal Cycles flared to life, its surface transforming into vivid, lifelike scenes of the impending apocalypse.

The visions unfolded relentlessly.

Massive rifts tore open across the skies. Dungeons worldwide erupted in catastrophic breaches, releasing horrors that defied comprehension.

Major cities collapsed within hours. SSS-rank hunters, the pinnacle of human power, were slaughtered like insects.

The veil between realms shattered, unleashing entities that warped reality itself.

In every single vision, Elias Miraclad met a brutal, inescapable death, frozen and shattered, devoured alive, crushed beneath falling spatial bridges, or erased by forces beyond mortal understanding.

Amon watched in complete silence.

The first vision played out in full, making Amon’s heart grow slightly heavy.

The second vision unfolded with even greater detail. This time, however, a strange calmness began settling deep within his chest.

The third... the fourth... the fifth...

With every repetition, Amon’s heart grew eerily calmer.

The initial tension and concern faded away completely.

The brutal future no longer stirred fear or rage within him. Only absolute clarity remained.

The future was not set in stone.

Not for him.

No matter how short the timeline, he would carve his own path through the coming storm.

After the seventh repetition, Amon finally raised his hand.

"Enough."

The Mirror dimmed.

Through the Ataroth Mask’s omniscient properties, every hidden detail, spatial coordinates, rift weaknesses, possible variables, and the full extent of the Miraclad preparations, had been laid completely bare before him.

All secrets were exposed.

Elias collapsed to his knees, still a puppet, yet utterly broken by the revelations.

The man who had ruled for a century now faced the horrifying truth that everything he had built was meaningless before a one-month countdown.

Amon stored the Mirror of Eternal Cycles, along with valuable tomes and spatial artifacts from the chamber, into his system space with a casual motion.

He glanced down at the trembling patriarch one last time.

"You have served your purpose."

With a flick of his wrist, conceptual frost surged from the Winter Frost Blade.

Elias’s body froze solid from the inside out, his final expression locked in eternal shock and regret.

A light tap of the blade shattered the ice sculpture into glittering fragments that skittered across the chamber floor.

The inner chamber fell into profound silence.

Amon adjusted the Ataroth Mask firmly on his face, then cast one final glance at the devastated sanctum before activating Close Yet So Far.

Amon didn’t linger.

The night was not yet over.

His Soul Sense swept across the entire Miraclad estate like an invisible tide, locating every remaining living soul, scattered guards, loyal retainers, hidden elders who had survived the initial slaughter, and a few distant branches of the family roused by the commotion.

He became a ghost in the darkness.

Close Yet So Far made distance meaningless.

He moved through the estate like death itself, silent and unstoppable.

Guards patrolling the outer walls froze mid-step as conceptual ice claimed them before they could even draw their weapons.

A group of elite retainers rushing toward the inner palace met him in a corridor. Their skills died unfinished as the Winter Frost Blade flashed once, freezing their mana cores and shattering their bodies into glittering dust.

He left no survivors.

Every last member of the Miraclad bloodline who had harbored even the slightest killing intent toward his family was erased.

The once-mighty ancestral grounds, which had stood for centuries, were reduced to a silent graveyard bathed in moonlight and frost.

Only after confirming through his God-rank Soul Sense that not a single hostile presence remained did Amon finally stop.

He stored the Winter Frost Blade, removed the Ataroth Mask, and returned his appearance to normal.

His expression was calm, almost gentle.

No trace of anger or bloodlust lingered upon his face.

With one final spatial step, he returned to the guest quarters.

...

Kayla was already awake when he quietly opened the door.

She sat upright on the edge of the bed, cradling little Ciara in her arms, her eyes wide with worry.

The faint sounds of distant destruction had clearly reached her.

Mira stood beside her, small hands clenched tightly, looking equally tense. freēwēbnovel.com

"Amon!"

Kayla’s voice was a sharp whisper filled with relief and suspicion as she saw him step inside.

"Where have you been? I woke up to strange noises... like fighting... explosions in the distance. Are you hurt?"

Amon closed the door softly behind him and offered her a reassuring smile.

His voice was calm and steady, completely devoid of any killing intent.

"I heard some noise outside and went to check. It seems there was some internal conflict among the family. I didn’t want to wake you."

Kayla’s brows furrowed.

She studied his face carefully, searching for any sign of injury or deception.

"Internal conflict? In the middle of the night? And you just... went out alone? Amon, you’re not a fighter. How could you just walk into something like that?"

Amon sat down beside her, gently placing a hand over hers.

"I stayed at a safe distance and observed. It was chaotic, but it didn’t involve us. I made sure nothing would reach here. Everything is fine now."

Kayla wasn’t fully convinced.

She shifted Ciara slightly and pressed further, her tone laced with suspicion.

"Then why do you look so... composed? And what about the cold air I felt earlier? It was unnaturally freezing for a few minutes. Did you see anything? Did anyone try to approach us?"

"I felt the cold too," Amon replied smoothly, his tone even and patient. "Perhaps one of their techniques went out of control during the fight. As for approaching us, no. You know I would never let anything happen to you or Ciara."

Kayla stared at him for a long moment, searching his eyes.

Eventually, the tension in her shoulders eased slightly, though doubt still lingered in her gaze.

"I... I believe you. But promise me next time you’ll wake me first. I don’t want you facing danger alone."

Amon nodded, pulling her gently into a light embrace.

"I promise."

Mira remained quiet in the corner, watching the exchange with wide eyes.

She could sense the overwhelming shift in Amon’s aura, but wisely chose not to speak.

After a while, the tension in the room gradually dissipated.

Amon and Kayla moved toward the large window overlooking the moonlit valleys.

The estate outside appeared deceptively peaceful beneath the pale glow of approaching dawn.

Kayla leaned against his shoulder, her voice softening as they gazed at the star-filled sky.

"It’s beautiful here... despite everything. Look at those stars. They seem so peaceful tonight."

Amon nodded, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist.

"They do. Reminds me of the night Ciara was born. Quiet... endless."

They chatted idly for a while, about the long flight home, what they would cook when they returned, and little hopes for a normal life ahead.

Kayla spoke of wanting to take Ciara to a quiet park near their house, while Amon listened attentively, offering gentle responses.

Yet deep within his heart, only Amon knew the truth.

’One month...’

The words echoed repeatedly in his mind like a ticking clock.

He maintained a warm smile on his face, but inwardly he was already planning.

He would need to accelerate his leveling, secure more Fate Points, fully master the Ataroth Mask fragments, and prepare hidden safe zones.

The spatial bridge data from the Mirror would be studied thoroughly.

He had to grow strong enough to protect his family against the coming storm, no matter what form it took.

But for now, in this quiet moment, he kept those thoughts buried deep.

The sky slowly brightened as dawn approached.

Amon held Kayla closer, his expression serene.

For her sake, the night had simply been a minor disturbance.

For him, it had been the beginning of the end.

They stood like that for a long while, the quiet intimacy a stark contrast to the frozen graveyard the Miraclad estate had become.

Kayla eventually pulled back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she glanced toward the bed where Ciara slept peacefully once more.

"We should get ready to leave," she murmured. "I don’t want to stay here any longer than necessary. Something about this place feels... wrong now." freewebnovel.cσ๓

Amon nodded, his hand gently rubbing her back.

"We’ll depart as soon as the plane is prepared. I’ll speak with the staffs to have our things prepared."

In truth, there were none.

But Kayla didn’t need to know that.