Chapter 2114: Sealed Fates

"Where is Aggragor?"

In a dark chamber deep within a complex of buildings, six figures sat around a round table.

Tension sparked and lingered in the air.

"It's unusual for him to not send a proxy, at least," Don Carnil casually remarked. "I cannot help but wonder what the coward is up to. He is too afraid of the backlash to not at least send one of his Martial Master underlings."

"Hmph, you lot give him too much credit." Don Carura snorted, displeased. "He is the type who will ignore all his commitments if he feels afraid of his current circumstances."

"Perhaps you are too harsh on him," Don Schambiei commented. "That being said, I do wish he would at least have the courage to show up in person. There is a reason we go through the effort to painstakingly gather in person. We need to coordinate our operations to make sure that we cover each other's backs and distribute our resources optimally. A divided Underworld is a far easier target to take down."

"Carura is right," Don Dagonel grumbled. "The fool puts all of us at risk by not adhering to established protocol."

Don Feimia snorted. "If only we had another Martial Sage. Then we wouldn't need to rely on him."

The five dons gathered at the table could not help but disdain their peer. If not for the fact that he was a Martial Sage, they would never have recognized him as a leader of the Underworld.

"However, it is highly unusual for him not to have sent one of his underlings as a delegate." Prince Rajak narrowed his eyes. "I cannot imagine what kind of circumstances would cause him to be so remiss in this matter when he normally makes sure to do at least that much."

Prince Rajak could not help but feel something was deeply off.

It was highly atypical of the Underworld Sage to be so dismissive of his duties. Prince Rajak had to admit that as cowardly as he was, he was also exceedingly alert and aware. He would never miss a meeting as important as this one by accident or by mistake.

"...Which means something must have happened," Prince Rajak realized. "He must have gotten caught up in something that makes him unable to partake in this meeting."

"You give him too much credit, Prince Rajak," Carura sneered with derision. "He's probably huddled up in his hideout afraid of his own shadow or something."

She stood up, heaving a sigh. "If he's not here, then this meeting is meaningless, considering we were discussing the agenda of Martial security."

She got up, leaving the Underground chamber unceremoniously.

"If that's the case," Don Carnil sighed. "Then I suppose I ought to leave as well. Now that the Emperor of Harmony has returned, I cannot say that I can operate as freely as before. That bastard is far too sharp for me—"

RUMBLE...

The five of them frowned as they felt tremors reverberating through the land.

"Earthquake?" Don Carnil frowned. "In Kandria?"

Alas, by the time he realized he was wrong, it was too late

BOOM!

The door to the chamber blasted open, stunning everybody as hundreds of armed and suited operatives poured into the room, rushing towards the dons of the Underworlds.

"No..." Prince Rajak's eyes widened with horror.

The Martial Master bodyguards of the five dons and the prince surged into action, instantaneously activating their Martial Hearts and Martial Minds.

Yet their expressions grew grave as they recognized the crests of their enemies' militaristic attire.

The special ops division of the Royal Army.

This was a division that was trained with the sole intention of becoming a force that could contend with Martial Artists.

The manner in which they overcame the massive gap between humans and Martial Artists involved extraordinary potions that granted them special physical capabilities and an arsenal of cutting-edge esoteric weapons.

"You are no match for us Martial Artists!" one of the Martial Masters roared, surging forward at lightning-fast speeds as they landed a powerful blow on one of the soldiers. A blow that would have otherwise eradicated entire populations of humans merely launched him a distance away, only for him to get right back up.

They had been armed with the ability to tank blows from Martial Artists and engage with them even if they didn't have the power to overcome them alone. Fortunately, they were not alone.

The Martial Masters of the Underworld grew graver as they felt many Master-level auras arriving at the location. A second set of Martial Masters donned in ostentatious golden military attire shining with the crest of the Royal Army had also arrived, contrasting with the Martial Masters of the Underworld clad in darkness.

"Underworld scum," they spat. "Today is the day you will feel the wrath of Kandria!"

The Underworld Martial Masters gritted their teeth as the special ops and Martial division coordinated their positioning, boxing them in, refusing to let them get out.

They could have escaped by themselves if they were extremely lucky, but there was no way they could possibly escape while also simultaneously carrying their charges.

The Royal Army wasted no time pouncing on the Underworld Martial Masters.

It wasn't even close as far as the parity of power was concerned.

The formidable Royal army had come prepared. The entire place was surrounded by even more troops from the special ops division, while the long-range artillery division had been posted throughout the entire town, armed with hundreds of powerful, long-range, wide-scale Master-level weapons that were designed to stall and impede Martial Masters.

It was a devastating power of overwhelming quantity that neither the Martial Union nor the Underworld could ever muster.

The operation was completed within ten minutes of commencement. The special ops division stalled them, while the artillery division was armed with the power to strike down and impede the escape of those who somehow managed to slip from the net after abandoning the dons inside.

Soon enough, Prince Rajak and the dons were captured by the Royal Army.