In a large training Hall, somewhere within the Reizon estate, in their Ancestral Land, Lucius and Orion faced each other.
Clasping his hands behind his back, Lucius spoke.
"Before we seriously start training, I have to remind you."
"Despite the fact that you and the other heirs are undoubtedly some of the most talented youths in existence, don't forget you aren't the only ones. Bigger fish exist and it'll take time to fully excavate and master all your talents, never let power and pride get to the core of your mind and beliefs. It's a recipe for failure."
"Understand?"
Orion nodded.
"The fact that your talent is mostly sealed makes you unable to use your power but I don't care. Those are excuses. You have the tools to stand at the top even without that talent you inherited."
"You must be perfect, quintessential and flawless if you ever want to reach my position."
"The Zenith."
