Year 988, Hundred Sky Mountains
Like every other day for the past nine months since Taranis El Thunderbane learned to walk, the Hundred Sky Mountains bustled with talk of their prince.
"Did you hear? The Prince has defeated the three-headed lion."
"Three-headed lion!? Isn't that beast as strong as a Late-stage Formation Realm? But then again, if it's Prince Taranis, it's certainly possible."
"The heavens have truly blessed us this time. The rate at which Prince Taranis is growing is completely unprecedented. He learned to walk at just three months of age, and now, at only fourteen months old, he has defeated a three-headed lion."
"Not just that. He didn't even kill the lion after defeating it. He will become a great king—one with ferocious power, yet who uses it only against necessary evil."
The members of the Thunderbane clan murmured among themselves, their faces tugged into smiles, their voices carrying reverence and pride.
