The will of the plane answered his call and the title was forcefully separated from Salvini and attached to him. Multitudes of golden lines converged onto him from every direction to form a golden lightning bolt around him. The bolt is even visible in the mind space. It is visible and indisputable proof of his identity.
"I hope you are happy now." He said to the sage.
"No. No, I am not." The sage replied calmly. "I am not happy at all."
Soverick sighed. "Of course, you are not happy. Who could have seen that coming?"
He has proven that he is the child of the plane but the sage is not happy. He expected it to be like this. The sage can't be happy now that he has proven beyond all reasonable doubt that he is a threat to the lineage of the sage. The only way for the first sage to be happy is if he dies and stays dead. If he didn't have a way out of this, then there will be no negotiation between them anymore.
