Neither Seris nor Zeth could understand what they were feeling and seeing right now.
For Zeth, a being from a race known as the Anti, he had numerous strands of races always fighting through his body—faint dragon bloodlines, voidborn fragments, phoenix, and more… countless lineages clashing inside his flesh like warring kingdoms trapped in one vessel.
For them it was a problem to attain too many because it would cause more problems than it would do good—internal wars that eroded his control, weakened his foundation, and threatened to tear him apart from within.
However, the moment the Primavus blood assimilated into his body… it was just a small strand. Usually, not enough to even consider him a halfling. Yet this tiny fragment began to devour all his bloodlines—from the many strands waging against each other to the mythic-ranked lineage at his core.
