She was right. The old blood was so exclusive, it only made sense that the people who were part of their legacy would want to hoard it for themselves.
"You were born in Ginzai, but you are also our people. Do you think you are indifferent to this pride?"
Once again, General Elai fell into thought. He knew he was different. He was less of a Ginzai'i national than the rest of his many brothers, but no one had ever looked down on him for it.
To say that he had never felt proud about his bloodline was a lie. His father was only half of the old blood, but had told him many things about New Oalta.
In all of Tressthei planet, there was not a place like this one. If was the place where the Maker's tears fell. It was the place where magic was born and fed the world. The birth of everything mystic came from New Oalta.
It was the heart of Tressthei.
"You're right."
