The golden pillar of light vast as the universe's dawn, the two radiant eyes burning with eternal flames, the ancient divine sound resonating in the depths of the soul all proclaimed that the Sun God Ra was indeed revived.
However, the few words that followed pulled Ian instantly from the shock and into a deeper, almost paradigm-shattering bewilderment.
"Descendant of the Prince family, your arrival is no accident." The grand and dignified voice of Sun God Ra clearly spoke this surname.
The name of the Prince Clan appeared once more.
Who could have imagined this?
"?????"
Ian's thoughts froze at that moment.
Ian Prince stood dumbfounded, his brain nearly ceasing to function. Prince—the surname was mentioned once again, and from none other than the Sun God Ra himself.
The implications of this were difficult to overlook.
Prince, Prince.
This name struck like lightning, tearing apart the fog of his memory.
Not long ago, when Pluton Osiris revealed the secret of the "Primordial Cellar" amidst the storm of divine and demonic conflict, after the words "the traveler hiding in shadows," Pluton seemed to have also mentioned his family? At the time, the divine battle roared, space mourned, causing Ian's spirit to tremble.
Yet due to the urgency of the situation then, Ian hadn't had the time to inquire further with Pluton. He had almost brushed the matter aside for the moment. Unexpectedly, first Pluton Osiris, now Sun God Ra—these Egyptian deities seemed to know the Prince Clan inside out.
"What on earth is going on?" Ian couldn't help but ask, his voice quivering slightly from shock, "How is my family... connected with the ancient Egyptian deities?"
As a wizard from Hogwarts thousands of years later, Ian's understanding of his own history was rather limited, there's no helping it, for the Prince family had long since fallen in his era.
Only leaving behind the vague moniker "Magic Potion Family" and a few incomplete family notes. He had never thought that this wizard family originating from the United Kingdom would have such deep ties with the ancient Egyptian pantheon.
And moreover.
Others could immediately recognize him as a member of the Prince family.
He, Ian Prince, was the last bloodline of the Prince family, renowned for Magic Potion thousands of years later, a wizard who grew up among old documents in the Hogwarts Library and the crucibles of Magic Potion Class!
Who ever thought that this surname, long since dwindled in the Magic Realm, even nearing extinction, would so abruptly, twice, appear in the mouths of the Egyptian deities?
And associated directly with Sun God Ra, with this evil god capable of destroying the world?
Could the Prince family have some undisclosed past with Ancient Egypt? Indeed, this was even more absurd than discovering a pyramid buried beneath Hogwarts' foundation!
Ian's legendary wisdom was spinning madly, trying to piece together this impossible connection. Prince family... Magic Potion Family... with each generation extraordinarily gifted... could it be...? A vague, nearly impossible notion emerged in his mind, but before he could investigate further, Sun God Ra already spoke.
Ra's golden eyes shimmered with a light of wisdom spanning a millennium.
"Bloodlines do not lie, Ian Prince. Your ancestors once forged a sacred contract with me, this covenant traverses time, still flowing within your blood today."
Accompanied by the words from the Sun God Ra.
A sensation far stronger, more primal than confusion seized him!
Bloodline boiling!
Not metaphorically, but truly, an authentic pulsation and resonance stemming from the deepest part of his life!
Ian felt a dormant power within him being awakened. His blood seemed injected with scorching molten gold, rushing and raging along ancient routes. He could clearly "hear" each beat of his heart resonating with the grand and slow "heartbeat" of the Sun God Ra.
Under his skin, as if countless tiny, golden runes appeared and burned, those were ancient imprints of the "Prince" bloodline he had never felt before.
At this moment being forcibly activated by the resurrected Sun God King before him!
An unprecedented feeling of power filled his body, both unfamiliar and familiar, as if it had always been a part of him, merely dormant for a long time.
"What is this!?"
Ian gazed at his hands in shock, feeling the burgeoning new power within his bloodline.
"Bloodline contract?" Ian's voice trembled from the stirring of his bloodline; he struggled to endure the tumultuous sensations inside his body, looking up directly at the two burning suns.
The burning golden eyes of Sun God Ra, like two miniature stars, calmly gazed down at Ian. His thought descended again, carrying ancient dust and the weight of contracts: "Ancient vow... The ancestor of the Prince before the Sun Temple pledged a blood contract. With eternal loyalty, they were to guard the purity and undying nature of the 'Flame of Ra'. As recompense, 'Ra' bestowed upon them extraordinary talent to forge all in the 'True Sun Fire'. This is the truth of the 'Source of Magic Potion'. Your bloodline is the continuation of this vow, your talent is the echo of this contract."
His voice explained a piece of history hidden under dust.
"Guard the flame of the sun... exchange for talent in forging magic potions within the flame..." Ian mumbled in repetition, each word echoing like thunder in his mind.
The verbose words translated over as the ancient agreement being executed. The Prince family once vowed to protect the flame of the sun, and in return, gained the extraordinary talent to forge magic potions within the sacred fire.