A wave of shock rolled through the arena.
"What?"
"The sacred legacy moved on its own?"
"How is that even possible?"
"Wasn't it just an inheritance?"
The young geniuses of the Four Sacred Clans looked the most shaken. Cassian Valerius opened his eyes fully, his sacred solar aura unstable for the first time. Draven Ashbourne frowned deeply, his usual battle hunger replaced by solemn confusion. Seraphine Ravenhart's silver-purple eyes shone with a strange light, as if the truth itself had disturbed the shadows around her. Aelric Evercrest, still injured and humiliated from his loss to Max, stared at the screen with a pale face.
The Voidwalker Ancestor continued, "For countless years, we protected the sacred legacy, yet it never once chose an inheritor. But in that era, for reasons even I never understood, the sacred legacy suddenly responded to the Voidwalker bloodline."
