Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion-Chapter 215 - 214: The interrogation

"Quiet," a loud male voice roared, as a terrifying aura erupted from him, completely overshadowing the aura of the previous powerhouses. It was Drezan, and he spoke through gritted teeth. The military-grade room, capable of withstanding the attacks of Galaxy Realm experts, had been utterly destroyed by the clash.

The hundreds of powerhouses merely flinched before slowly retracting their auras.

"We'll move to another room now. If any of you try that stunt again, I promise the military will send you away, and only we will know what happened here," Drezan threatened coldly. Gritting their teeth, the powerhouses finally nodded, and everyone began moving to a new chamber. This one was larger and fortified to withstand the attacks of Universal-level experts.

It was one of the few such rooms available. After all, withstanding an attack from a Universal-level being was akin to surviving the explosion of an entire universe—truly terrifying. The materials used in constructing this room were rare and nearly impossible to obtain.

Even though Drezan had already issued a warning, he still took precautions to relocate them. He had no idea what the Eldest Prince would say next, and if he were in their ƒгeewёbnovel.com

position, he would be furious too. The military had sent a few representatives, but from what Drezan could see, only one among the dozen was from the military. He didn't even know how to report this to the higher-ups without causing a scene.

"Eldest Prince… what happened? Why did so many people die? What was the trial about?" Drezan asked the question everyone in the room desperately wanted an answer to.

Caius sighed, turning to look at the eleven others who stood behind him. Except for Liya, who gazed at him affectionately, the rest lowered their heads and bowed.

"It was like this... When we arrived, we found ourselves in a galaxy. A new galaxy—the same one General Drezan once fought over with the Dreadborne Organization. The number of people there was overwhelming. From a central planet the size of a solar system to a one-light-year radius around it—everything was filled with humans.

"Just then, a voice echoed around us, saying the trial would begin shortly. We waited, unsure of what kind of trial it would be... until..." Caius paused, his body trembling slightly—something that didn't escape the notice of the observing powerhouses.

"We had to fight our clones," he said.

The powerhouses sighed in relief. Just that? Ha, their geniuses could surely beat their own clones. Besides, Caius was considered a waste—his fear was expected.

"Forgive me, Eldest Prince," General Drezan said with a slight smile, "but I don't believe our geniuses would die to their own clones."

Suddenly, Caius laughed, a grin spreading across his face.

"Clones, you say? No. They weren't just clones—they were us. Stronger versions. In this trial, you were given one year to defeat your clone, and only one could survive. These so-called clones had 100% of our power. They possessed our bloodlines, knew all our secret techniques—they were us. Worse, they could read our thoughts, meaning every plan or move we thought of was known to them instantly.

"And that's still not the worst part. As we grew stronger, they did too," Caius said, eyeing the shocked expressions around the room.

Silence fell. Everyone was stunned. Could they have survived such a trial? The answer was clear—no. Even given ten years, most wouldn't stand a chance. Yet these survivors did.