The two siblings froze for a second, stunned by the announcement. Then realization hit them, and their eyes widened in disbelief. Of all the Seven Lords, it was the Old Sixth—known for his mastery over ice and purity—who had chosen them. The perfect balance between their Flame Spirit and Ice Spirit physiques had caught his attention.
As they stepped forward, Old Man Sixth smiled faintly. "The unity of opposites," he said, almost to himself. "The world rarely produces such harmony. Let us see how far you can take it."
Next, Old Man Seventh stepped forward. His aura was calm, deep, and vast, like the endless void of space itself. His eyes seemed to see through the layers of reality as he looked across the group before stopping on one person. "You," he said, pointing to Victor.
Victor blinked in surprise before his expression turned solemn. "Me, senior?"
