bookpower Chapter 527 Shocking the Capital Part 5
Chapter 527 Shocking the Capital Part 5
Tara narrowed her eyes, displeased with his attitude.
"You've only just arrived, and you're already dismissing the capital?
Reign shrugged. "Bold or not, it's the truth. I'm not here to make friends or enjoy the view. I'm here to kill Lilith. But you all haven't even found her yet. "
"You..." Tara's fingers dug into the armrest of her chair, causing it to groan under the pressure.
"Watch your tone, boy," she warned, her voice cold and sharp. "You're addressing the ones who have kept this alliance standing for thousands of years"Nôv(el)B\\jnn
"And yet," Reign countered, leaning slightly forward, "the biggest threat to all of you is still out there. What have you been doing this whole time? Hosting parties? Wasting time on pointless discussions? Maybe that's why nothing's been accomplished."
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Even Venzo, who usually thrived in chaos, looked momentarily taken aback before breaking into a chuckle.
"Oh, this is fun," he said, raising his glass again. "Keep going, kid."
Tara shot up from her seat, her power radiating so strongly that the room seemed to vibrate.
"Do you have any idea who you're speaking to?" she spat out.
Draven, who had been quietly observing, finally intervened.
"That's enough," he said, his deep voice cutting through the tension.
Then, he turned to Reign.
"And mind your words. You have no right to challenge the work of those who've upheld this alliance for generations."
Hearing this, Reign decided to stay quiet. He had been trying to mess with Tara for what happened before, and seeing her already sour mood was enough for now.
Sensing the tension in the air, the snake woman decided it was time to move on. She stood up, her voice cutting through the hall as she addressed the crowd.
"Everyone, please turn your attention to the stage."
With that, the crowd shifted their gaze, and a group of demons stepped forward to perform.
The first woman, tall with orange hair and eyes that glowed like embers, stepped onto the stage.
Her skin shimmered in warm shades of orange, and patches of flame danced across her body, flickering like living tattoos.
The flames provided the illusion of clothing, their heat adding an intense glow to her form.
She spread her arms wide, and the air around her shimmered as flames flickered to life at her fingertips.
With each succeeding movement, she began to dance, the fire swirling and twisting around her like an extension of herself.
The fire swirled higher, forming a whirlwind of heat and light that surrounded her like a protective shield.
With a final, powerful spin, she shake her belly while sending a burst of flame into the air.
It exploded like fireworks with different colors, filling the space with brilliant light and leaving the audience gasping in awe.
However—
Reign, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but shake his head.
'What the hell? Why are they all so amazed by these flashy tricks? They all have powers, and they're treating this like it's something special.'
'I don't get it, 'he
He was known as The Evil Monarch by many, but before his mother died, she had told him his real name.
"His name is..." Reign paused, feeling the weight of all the Demon Gods' eyes on him.
He didn't understand why they were so interested, but he suspected they were just trying to figure out what made him so powerful.
After a moment, he spoke. "His name is... Raiden."
The table went completely silent.
Tara's eyes widened in shock. She stood up so suddenly that her chair scraped loudly across the floor.
"Raiden?" she whispered, her voice full of disbelief. She looked at him like she had just heard something unbelievable.
Everyone at the table knew the name well.
Raiden. A legendary figure in the Alliance.
He wasn't just any demon—he was the one who had invented many of the artifacts still in use today.
Known as the smartest demon to ever live, his brilliance had reshaped the entire demon world.
His name had been whispered with awe and respect for years, his inventions and intellect leaving a lasting mark on everyone.
But there was one thing that made the name even more significant—Raiden was Draven's son who had disappeared years ago without a trace.
Tara, who had been standing moments ago, slowly sat back down, her expression hardening.
"Boy, don't joke around with us. And don't use that name so easily," she warned.
Reign frowned, not understanding their reactions. "Why? You asked me who my father is, and I answered it.
Tara's anger flared as she slammed her hand on the table.
"Stop spouting bullshit! Who told you about Raiden?" she demanded.
Reign furrowed his brow, growing more puzzled by the second. Her reaction made it seem like she wasn't just questioning the name—she was acting like she knew his father personally.
But that was impossible because his father was on another world altogether.
"Wait, before you all jump to conclusions, maybe you're mistaken? I mean, Raiden is a pretty common name," he reasoned.
The room fell into a brief silence as everyone processed Reign's words.
Venzo, who had been leaning forward , raised an eyebrow.
"You might have a point," he muttered. "Raiden could be a name used by others, but your scary talent... there's more to this than just a coincidence."
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Draven, who had remained silent up until now, spoked up.
"I need to ask you something," he said, his voice low but firm. "Did your father have a symbol?"
Before his son vanished, Raiden had created a symbol—a mark that would solidify his rightful place as the leader of the alliance.
It was something only the two of them knew. Not even Tara had any knowledge of this .
Reign thought for a moment. When it came to his father, there was only one symbol that came to mind.
He answered, "It's a golden reverse pyramid with an eye at the center."