Alaric fixed his gaze on Darian, curious, feeling a strange sense of anticipation. "You have a method?"
Darian nodded and turned to Ramel. The young man took a deep breath, understanding. Without hesitation, he snorted, and the muffled sound of something breaking inside his body echoed softly.
The very next second, Alaric's eyes locked onto him and widened.
Ramel began to glow, and then his transformation completely unraveled.
"You!" Alaric was utterly stunned.
He had never imagined he would see a pure Heaven-Devouring Sparrow again in his lifetime. That Divine Beast had been declared extinct a few years ago. Of course, no one was foolish enough to believe the Bloodline couldn't exist somewhere. But if it did, it would certainly be a hybrid with extremely diluted blood, something nearly impossible to discover.
Yet… the small Sparrow before him was completely pure, with a radiant and unmistakable Bloodline.
