"Lisa, you could not awaken your bloodline."
As the ever peaceful elder of the village spoke those words calmly, the girl felt confusion striking her heart. She held her hands tightly across her chest, every single one of her fingers clenching. Nervous, she looked around subconsciously—in the vast memorial hall, all the other youths from the village of suitable age watched her with mixed expressions. Some with pity, some with suspicion; some with anxiety, some with insolence.
"Your bloodline is pure but had fallen into eternal silence, and could never awaken the power it inherits."
Having spoken with a rather cold voice, the elder whose every hair was white and twin horns were suffused in a green color sighed softly. "Step down, Lisa. Next."
