Old Man Zorvian walked out of the Silver Void Gate wearing an amused smile on his face.
The moment the six Patriarchs of the six ancient families saw him, they all frowned. "Zorvian, smack this brat and break us out of here. We will owe you greatly for that."
Zorvian looked at them and smiled. "And why would I do that?"
"Huh... what do you mean by that, Zorvian?" Nyxaroth asked, his demon eyes showing anger and annoyance.
"From where I stand now, you six are mere bugs in a cage. If I want, I can help my son deal with your families until only the children remain. After that, I will absorb them into my family, making sure your names cease to exist for good."
The six patriarchs could only stare at Zorvian with stunned expressions.
Aetherion of the Aetherion Ancient Family, a race of Star Beasts, asked, "Your son? Are you implying that the Paragon is your son?"
Zorvian only smiled, but it was enough to tell the six patriarchs that he really is the father of the Paragon.
