Elbrum took a strong step back. He thought he had stabilized himself, but he took another, the ground shaking beneath him as he refused to take a third.
His forearm blocked before his face. Deep inside, he felt something curling up and retreating, his bloodline fading beneath a clearly superior might.
The aura of a Legendary Royal Hero Line's Progenitor stood before him.
Ekear looked over toward Sylas, surprise evident in his own eyes. He knew something about Sylas no one else here did. He knew he was from a Summoned World.
How the hell did a Summoned World birth an A-Grade Race already?
One shouldn't mistake the attention the First Race of Earth received for a reflection of the stats of their Race Grade. The Clypsians and Dogons had as much, if not more, potential than any Race currently present, but they had still been F-Grade.
