How could he do what he did?
It was a simple question, and yet Damian didn't really have an answer he could give honestly. The Primordial Tongue wasn't something he had earned through cultivation or inherited through bloodline or discovered through scholarly pursuit. It had found him. He had screamed it until it had eventually carved itself onto his heart, and everything since then had been him learning how to carry what it gave him.
He thought about it for a moment.
"I can't say for sure where it comes from," he said, keeping his eyes on the horizon ahead. "I've connected myself to a power that I can't say whether it stems from any Ancestor or what. But it feels grander than even that. I'm not any Ancestor, or the reemergence of one. I just happened to connect to that power."
He paused.
"I persevered. And the rest is history."
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