Annand let out a cold snort—it was indeed the trial he had set for Arthur. If he couldn't endure, didn't possess enough will, he didn't deserve to be his son, nor did he deserve to inherit the Sun lineage...
Suddenly, a pure white flame of intense heat flared up in Grand Duke's hands—a heritage passed down from the era of the Sun Knight, the spiritual embodiment of all ancestors, known as the Sun Fire. Only those with an unyielding spirit of survival could earn the Sun Fire's acknowledgment.
"My son, allow me to show you our family's secret supreme technique. This move is the very manifestation of our ancestral knights' spirits. It is with this skill and spirit that our lineage has been passed down generation to generation. For thirty thousand years, our bloodline has never broken,"
"Behold...."
As the Sun Fire emerged, Annand chanted the flame's name with solemn, commanding gravity—the King of Ten Thousand Flames—
"Dari People."
Dad, you fucking can't do this, damn it!
