Unlike the Ragnor God Clan, the Pakal God Clan had not come to this universe on a mission. Instead, under the enmity of opposing branches and due to permeating inter-clan warfare, Patriarch Pakal had fled with his family.
In the process, many of their best and brightest had died and only he remained of this original Pakal branch.
He alone reached this universe. He had been young and green. In fact, he had relied on the disunity of this universe to grow in the shadows before fully establishing the Pakals again. And now he had a ray of hope in his youngest son to raise their branch back to their former glory.
But, what could possibly make him react in such a way?
"Father?" Caedlum lightly probed.
"Ah…" Patriarch Pakal responded, but still seemed to be in a daze before he shook his head to clear his mind. "Caedlum."
"Yes, father?"
"This Dyon boy… You and him together. Do you understand?" Patriarch Pakal spoke a few words, but the weight of them stunned Caedlum.
