Darian's actions repeatedly challenged the limits of every clan master's imagination in the city. No one had ever seen someone so young and so powerful. He wasn't just strong; that attack alone gave him enough power to kill them as well.
Even Sylvanos was stunned, because he had misjudged things. Darian's strength far exceeded his expectations. Throughout the history of their race, there had been two other occasions when a true heir of the Roc God had appeared.
But none of them had truly met the main prerequisite left behind by that deity: the heir had to stand on a level beyond comprehension. Without that being clearly fulfilled, the race could not fully accept them.
Since Sylvanos hadn't been sure about that point, he had limited himself to merely offering his support to Darian. But now…
"He finally reached it…"
Sylvanos murmured with a trembling voice. His race could finally break free from all its shackles and also hand everything it possessed over to the chosen one.
