But now? Pallas had just leaped over the chasm that kept countless warriors grounded for a lifetime. He had done it in a single, violent surge of Bloodline Resonance.
More importantly, he had done it alone. No rituals. No rare catalysts. He hadn't even used a Lord's Stone.
A wave of fierce, predatory joy washed over Lilith.
Finally, the weight on her chest lifted. She no longer had to fear for Pallas's future.
For years, she had watched Caelus—Violet's son—with a burning, secret envy. Violet might have been content playing gardener in the territory, acting as if power meant nothing to her, but her son was a monster of talent. Caelus was so naturally powerful that the Horde gravitated toward him like moths to a flame.
But now? Now the scales had balanced.
"Mother! Elara! Do you feel that?"
The blood mist dissipated. Pallas stepped out from the center of the training grounds. His voice was brimming with arrogance, confidence, and raw power.
"I am... unstoppable!"
"Pfft."
