"The Omildic Masses?" I asked, shocked and confused by Cyra's sudden revelation. "How did they interfere? I thought you said the Evolutionary Order prevented such things from happening."
"Yes. But I did say there were loopholes, they must have a group on this planet that already works for them. Whoever they are, we have to find them and do something,"
"I understand Cyra, but we can't be rash about this. If they're powerful enough to kill Father and Mage Coaltan then they're far more than what I can handle right now."
"Right. My apologies, I forgot how weak you are "
Cyra's comment struck like a dagger through my heart, but then again, she was right. I was weak and that needed to change.
"You're right Cyra. 5 years."
"What do you mean 5 years? That's the amount of time that it'll take for me to surpass the standard my father set. Then we can begin our plan."
"Understood. I will of course support you in any way I know how. You are the flagbearer of our race."
"Thank You Cyra."
