"So, what if you haven't awakened our Ancestral Bloodline? You're all still talented!"
"That's right left your heads up. Our Barbarian Race should be known for never lowering our heads!"
As these yells were aimed at the youths, Sol was busy staring at the stone monument with confusion.
When the circular runes lit up on it, he realized they created a larger formation.
It was a formation formed by three circles within each other.
'Why does that look familiar?'
As Sol was thinking this, Mar-Amato suddenly whined.
"I can't see the stage!"
Both he and Mar-Tai were struggling to see past these tall adults.
Sol snapped out of his thoughts before he reached down and picked up Mar-Armato to place on his shoulders.
"Thanks, Uncle Sol."
Mar-Armato said excitedly, but Mar-Tai suddenly frowned at this.
