*CLASHHH!*
The sound of a glass cup being thrown against the floor in a fit of rage echoed in the training hall of Oberon's mansion.
"This can't be…This can't be real…How did things end up like this…mother?" Oberon asked in a low yet hardened voice as he looked at his mother, his dark red eyes quivering.
He was busy training and had ordered his servants not to disturb him no matter what. But his mother suddenly came in with a pissed-off look while he had a drink to freshen up. And since she barged in like this, he knew something was really bad.
But what he heard from her was not just bad…It was devastating! The cripple whom he spat on this entire time had an Immortal bloodline? And not only that, he survived all 7 summonings of the first trial and even received an Immortal Grade Grimoire?