Silence fell over the table.
None of the other Demon Gods seemed to understand what the symbol meant, but Draven's reaction said it all.
His hands shook as he gripped the edge of the table, his usual calm demeanor slipping. He looked at Reign and asked again, "Where did you see that symbol?"
"Like I said, from my father," Reign replied bluntly.
The rings confirmed he was not lying.
"I—I can't believe it…" Draven's voice cracked as he spoke. "You're my grandson."
The declaration hit like a thunderstorm, leaving everyone stunned.
Tara's eyes widened in disbelief. Even Venzo, always quick to laugh or joke, sat motionless.
Reign blinked, taken aback by the claim.
'Grandson?'
It didn't add up. His father was from an entirely different world. There was no way he could have family ties here.
Before he could respond, Draven leaned forward, his voice urgent with questions.
