"So you are the child named Zion, correct?" asked a Tigerkin, who had a scar that crossed his forehead and part way down his cheek, in a cold tone.
Thirteen stared at the Tigerkin in front of him, who seemed to be in his early forties, with a curious look on his face.
Ages were a bit hard to tell in both Pangea and Solterra. Someone who looked like a teenage boy might actually be someone already in their early thirties and only had a youthful appearance due to having a High Rank.
The seven-year-old might not be able to tell how old the Tigerkin was, but he could tell what his Rank was.
'A peak Champion,' Thirteen thought. 'Someone similar to Grandma Callista.'
He had already expected that the General, whom Dixon was referring to, was someone who had a high rank, so he wasn't too surprised by this development.
Dixon himself was a Champion, so it was only natural that the one he was taking orders from was someone stronger than him.
