"Well done, James," Vlad said. James fell to his knees and, with sweat dripping from his head to the floor, he barely looked up and looked at his old ancestor one more time.
All the Titans and Chaos-Borns watching the scene were thinking the same thing as James:
"So this is Vlad Black, the first of the Black bloodline, perhaps the purest since Desmond. The child of the God Killer."
"I'm not sure I can do all that you say, my ancestor, I barely managed to spin my aura and there wasn't even any magic involved," James said, his words were very matter of fact, it was only with that gesture that he was pinned to his knees.
