An indescribable astonishment surged into the eldest son's mind, causing the heir to the kingdom to no longer stand firm and fall to the ground, fear, chaos...all sorts of emotions intermingled.
King Sapo continued to stroke the pale Dragon Bone.
He saw his eldest son fall backward but did not reach out to catch his own child.
The King's gaze still lingered on the Dragon Bone.
"You do not know what I have dreamed of... I dreamed of Al's child, Yarlessto, sitting on the throne that belonged to me, wielding my authority, ruling over the people of Logos."
It seemed more as if King Sapo was talking to himself rather than to his eldest son.
"You also do not know, I prayed in the torrential rain for God's selection, soaking and trembling, helpless, yet God's selection never came."
"Before that, God had appeared before us several times, why didn't He come to me personally and choose me that time?"
"He never chose me! He only chose my brother, who ascended the high mountain!"
