The Blashifa Clan.

  A Powerful Clan with many branches quite the respectable number of Immortals. Ruled by a single woman who was firmly at the peak of the Domain Realm. She was not the start of the Blashifa Clan, but it was through her blood sweat and tears that it has reached the levels it knows now.

  Fighting it when it was time to fight, retreating when the odds weren’t in her favor, striking deals, political marriages, and many other things to ensure that her clan grew strong enough to not only be a respectable power on Acuva, but also to have to live according to the whims of others.

  Of course there were stronger clans and other such forces in the Galaxy Acuva found itself in, then came its own Universe, not to mention the Multiverse at large. But that was too wide a scale for the Blashifa Clan to consider. Sure they had some business outside of the Planet Acuva but they were not a true galactic power and didn’t currently have any aspirations of reaching that point.

  Not when they only had a single Domain Realm cultivator.

  Either way, there weren’t too many in this part of the world who would challenge them in an open battle, so on Acuva, they almost had almost no one to fear. Of course they still maintained vigilance since ‘almost’ meant that there were obviously a list of people who could trouble even Blashifa.

  A sect or two, and empire, another clan, all massive forces with a powerful reach, and of course there were some small and reclusive groups as well who were best left alone. On that list of people best left alone was one name tied to no specific organization on Acuva.

  Rellia, the ‘local’ Infernal.

  If someone without proper context where to see the amount of attention the Blashifa paid to the whereabouts of Rellia, perhaps they would be easily confused by that. Yes Rellia was strong, proven by the fact that she was a powerful 2nd Stage Immortal, but the Blashifa had a few of those as well.

  Not to mention that their Matriarch was of an even higher realm than that.

  Yeah, despite both of those facts, the clan still regarded Rellia with a significant amount of alertness.

  But those would be the thoughts of someone without proper context. Those who did have context and were properly aware of the fact that Rellia was an Infernal, would gain an inkling of understanding regarding the full scope of the situation. At first glance, it would be easy to assume that the clan simply feared the fact that she was an Infernal, and that alone was enough of a problem by itself.

  They were known all across the Multiverse as a warmongering race. None had ever heard of them losing a war.

  For most, there would be no other reason needed to fear having one walk amongst your people, as any second some random action could cause them to call down war upon your people and all those you loved. They were easily seen as ticking time bombs.

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  But that was not where the clan drew most of its fear from.

  It was because of who they were as a clan that caused the real problem. The number of times a stranger had mistaken them for being members of the Infernals in some way, shape, or form was not in the single digits.

  Of course, it was easily explainable, since they did use power that was quite similar to that of the Infernals, at least to the untrained eye. Their black, fire-like smoke looked nearly identical to the Eternal Flame.

  Something like that could easily be taken not as a minor slight, but a heavy one. It was no fault of the Blashifa Clan that their particular bloodline gave them these abilities. What were they supposed to do, complain to the universe for giving them an ability that was similar in appearance to that of another race? Of course they would not. That would be foolish. But reality was reality.

  The Infernals were known for war, and it would not even take them a day to destroy the clan from their matriarch down to the newest newborn.

  So when word reached them that Rellia was on the move, and apparently heading in their direction, or at least the direction of their planet, it was no surprise that the matriarch issued an order to recall all members of the clan back to headquarters.

  If Rellia was coming straight for them specifically, then there would be nothing they could do anyway. But if she was not, and was heading somewhere else on the planet, then reducing the chance that she would run into a member of the clan was the next best thing they could do.

  The matriarch had no plans of giving up without a fight, and although the Infernals could destroy her with a wave of the hand, she would at least be able to take the life of one Second Stage Immortal.

  But those were just the actions of the Blashifa.

  They were not the only force that had received news of Rellia’s approach.

  The Kingdom of Three had as well, and an emergency meeting was held the second the news reached them.

  The King’s face was stuck in a deep frown as he replayed the words he had just heard in his mind over and over again.

  ‘The Infernal is moving to Acuva.’

  That was the only sentence given to him, but it was a heavy one. Unlike the Blashifa Clan, who had a number of Immortals under their banner, the Kingdom of Three only had ten to begin with, and now they were permanently down a number.

  Worse yet, not a single one of them had reached the Domain Realm. The King was the closest to the next realm, and even he could only be considered half a step away.

  Even if it was Rellia alone planning to attack their kingdom, while they were confident in being able to kill her, she could do enough damage to cause a real problem.

  But that was not the main issue.

  It was who and what her race signified that caused the true concern.

  Forget the Kingdom of Three, there was no way even planet Acuva itself could defend against the Infernals, even if every single force on the planet aligned perfectly.

  The King thought through every possible scenario he could. Considering the speed at which his mind processed things, that was no small number of scenarios.

  Eventually, he spoke, though not without taking a glance at Kizas first.

  “We prepare for war. If they come for us, then that woman and that boy die first. If they do not, then we do nothing. Spread this news to our allies, but only that she is approaching.

  “And I want to be clear. Until we find out where this is heading, we do nothing.”

  Of course, Kizas was not very happy about that, but he said nothing. Only he knew exactly what was going on in his head at that moment.

  The King sighed then vanished from the room.

  He had given his orders, and a King didn’t question whether they would be followed or not.