Vlad's eyes widened as he heard the words of the small yellow cat. He glared at Jormungandr, urging him to shut up and stop divulging his abilities to the other side. However, he didn't have time to reprimand Jormungandr, as he felt the gaze of the Vikings, who looked at him as if he were some sort of monster.
"It was really you who made those Runic Sets?" Freya's eyes were full of shock and awe as she gazed at the young man. She could understand his strength and battle skills—plenty of supreme bloodlines and powerful Gifts in the universe could grant those to even infants and children. Yet, being a Runemaster was something completely different.
