Chapter 2810: Chapter 2810: An Explanation

Nearly all of the palace had disintegrated. Only Zen, Barnaby, Natasha, and the men in black remained intact.

From the looks if it, Athemar only needed to activate a simple command to dissolve them into pieces as well.

Everyone stood frozen, careful not to make even the smallest movement.

Barnaby wasn't incredibly inferior to Athemar, but his special ability, the Illusory Eye was almost useless during a face-to-face battle. If he really fought with Athemar head-on, he'd probably lose to him.

Natasha was definitely powerful, but not as powerful as Athemar.

The men in black were the backbone of the intelligence agency. They were warriors at the Chaotic Source Realm and they were unable to challenge Athemar.

Since Athemar had told them that Gethin had already given up, none of them could resist. They would easily die if they did.

“Buzz...”

Barnaby withdrew his Illusory Eye.

The illusion went away and Zen reverted back to normal.

He finally saw Athemar who was standing not far away. “Master Athemar!” he greeted enthusiastically.

“Are you all right?” Athemar asked with concern.

Zen shook his head and smiled. “I'll be alright,” he assured.

“This is my fault. I did not expect that they'd have the audacity to take you away.” Athemar shifted his glance towards Natasha and Barnaby and added, “Don't let me see Holden again if you don't want him to suffer.”

Athemar couldn't deal with Gethin, but he had his confidence in beating Holden.

“Let's go!” Athemar said to Zen.

“Where are we going, Master Athemar?” Zen inquired.

“To the Mighty Sword Hall. We can't let them think that they can get away easily,” Athemar replied coldly.

Then, he grabbed Zen as they flew up swiftly.

Barnaby straightened his robe, ensuring that it was crisp and perfect. He realized just how strong Athemar had become and how little progress he had been through in comparison in the past few years. Suddenly, sadness washed over him.

“I'll go to the Mighty Sword Hall, too,” announced Natasha.

Gethin would have never allowed Athemar to come. Someone must have forced him to do it.

Athemar took Zen to have Gethin explain. What they did not know was that Natasha would soon be standing beside Gethin ready to defend her husband.

When Zen was brought into the Mighty Sword Hall, Athemar sneered. “Emperor Gethin, you said with absolute certainty that Zen wasn't here. Then who is this guy?” ȑ𝐀ＮꝊΒЕŠ

Athemar tried his best to sound as polite as he could be.

Gethin had no defense. He merely shrugged his shoulders and acted innocent. “I really was kept in the dark about this.” He turned to the others behind him. “Why is he here? Would you know?”

Yasamin responded from her golden throne, “Quit playing dumb. You can't save yourself by lying.”

Flamine added, “Emperor Gethin, please explain yourself.”

Gethin's face felt hot. As a man occupying a high position, he wasn't used to being confronted.

He knew they wouldn't let the matter go so easily.

Neither Yasamin, Flamine, nor Athemar would let go of this matter just because Zen had returned unharmed. They needed an explanation from Gethin.

Despite the pressures, Gethin maintained his calm.

He kept silent and fixed his eyes on the exit of the hall.

Natasha came rushing in. She went straight towards Gethin and knelt down in front of him.

“What's going on, Natasha?” Gethin asked, pretending that he knew nothing.

“This is all my fault,” Natasha cried. “I shouldn't have kidnapped Zen and taken him to the Vastness Mountain. I only did it to avenge Marco's death. I'm so sorry to have caused you trouble!”

Tears poured down her face.

“Marco's death? What happened to Marco?” Gethin asked in shock.

Natasha wiped her tears as she got up on her feet. “He killed him.” She pointed at Zen and went on to tell his husband how their son had died a tragic death.