Daratrine met Jaegar's stunned gaze with a calm, measured look, her poise unwavering despite his outburst. She exchanged a brief glance with her brother, Felaern, who nodded slightly as if to encourage her to continue.
"I know this is overwhelming," Daratrine began, her voice soft but steady, "but you deserve to know the truth, Jaegar. Angelina—your grandmother—is not just an extraordinary woman; she is one of the last ties to the Elder Elves. And you, through her, are connected to something far greater than you ever imagined."
Jaegar blinked, trying to process her words.
"Wait...? My grandmother is part elf?" His tone was incredulous, his brows furrowing as if trying to piece together a puzzle that didn't quite fit.
