"We would acknowledge our god when we see one, but him? What we needed was…"
Another elder interrupted sharply, "And how can you tell he isn't the one? We held the ritual to summon the Blood Sovereign himself, to aid us—his children—from being massacred!"
A third elder scoffed. "This is why I insisted we should've focused on building a portal to escape to the Arcane Realm. We would be safe there!"
"What are we even discussing? It's obvious this frail human isn't the one we need," another elder sneered. His gaze shifted to Lionel, eyes cold and calculating. "And he's learning far too much. We need to eliminate him!"
Lionel's mind raced as the elder's words hung in the air. 'A threat? They're considering me a threat?' His sharp eyes locked onto the speaker, and the elder faltered under his gaze, the venom in his voice fading. He wouldn't want that, he needed to let them know.
