The Voidwalker Ancestor stood above the awakened fifth end for a long moment before speaking again.
The entire Bloodline Legacy Battle arena stayed silent. The thousands of Voidwalker descendants in the sky held their formation, surrounding the arena like a dark starry net. Freya stood at the front of them with her silver-white hair moving in the wind, her gaze cold and steady.
The four sacred ancestors had already pulled back their pressure, while the four current clan leaders stood below them with ugly expressions, unable to accept that the truth they'd worked so hard to bury was about to come out in front of the whole younger generation.
Max stayed in his true dragon form at the center of the ruined battlefield. His enormous black-gold body had gone quiet, but the chaotic flames between his scales hadn't fully died down.
He watched the old man closely, his mind racing with thoughts.
