'The Mythic Race, the Mythic Race. How are you so powerful, yet lost to a single man?'
Musing in his mind, Damian's eyes squinted. The Qliphoth Lineage only made up half of the entire Mythic Race Lineage Physiology. And yet, with it alone, they were already so powerful none dared stand with their heads high before them.
Plus that with the Sephirot Lineage, and then we have a Race so powerful should they call themselves the Emperors and Empresses of Existence, no one would dare to question them.
Alas, their opponent was an hybrid… an hybrid with Chaos Edict.
'An hybrid?'
Searching through Sandarionn's memories, Damian tried to pinpoint the scenes where the word 'hybrid' was mentioned, or even better, seen. He found it, several at that. However, no matter how he tried to decipher each of them, he found his mind splitting apart, thinking of a thousand things at a time.
In three simple words, he couldn't concentrate.
