Endless Blade

Atticus gazed at Cedric, his attention fixed on every word coming from the elder's mouth.

Cedric continued speaking, "Although it wasn't the sole reason, 90% of us perished while attempting to cross the boundary between Grandmaster and Paragon. The remaining few met their end due to various other causes."

Atticus furrowed his brow, his voice tinged with suppressed anger, "So does this mean there has never been a Paragon rank wielder of the life weapon before?"

Cedric affirmed with a nod, "Correct, there has never been a wielder who reached Paragon rank in the history of our family."

Atticus's internal frustration was palpable. So there was a chance he could die at Grandmaster rank and never reach the Paragon rank? Why was he just hearing of this now? Why didn't his father tell him? Then what exactly has he been working hard for?

He clenched his fist, his anger simmering.