"You are the ones my daughters have trusted with ruling the Throne of Gods," he said, his voice carrying through the chamber. "And it seems you are doing the right thing as well."
The five bowed in unison, relief visible on four of their faces.
"However," Julian continued, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop slightly, "you five are too weak to be considered true rulers."
They froze. Even Lilithara's confident posture stiffened momentarily.
"You will be given my teachings," Julian declared. "And I expect you all to reach Mid Demi-God realm within five years."
The silence that followed was suffocating. All five stared at him in shock—such advancement was considered nearly impossible. Nerida looked at Thaldrin, hoping he would speak for them. Sensing her gaze, Thaldrin opened his mouth, but before he could form words, Lilithara spoke.
