Dawn Miles followed Elias Lennox's gaze north and asked calmly, "So you're a descendant of the Harrow Royals?"
Elias Lennox's pupils contracted. He turned to Dawn Miles, his expression complex. "Rory, the Holy Mountain is my clan's sacred land. We guarded that land for over ten thousand years. But ever since Tristan Winslow became the Martial God, he drove my clan out. He even sent people to hunt down the Harrow Royals, forcing us into hiding and to change our names…"
"So you're developing drugs to increase your strength to take back the Holy Mountain?"
Elias Lennox watched her for a moment before shaking his head. "After ten thousand years, my clan no longer has that desire."
"Then why are you doing all this?"
"Do you know about the war between Veridia and Crestland over a hundred years ago?"
"I do."
