Despite being a relatively new family without the ancient roots or deep foundations of the others, every single member of the Crimson family could match the geniuses of the two strongest races—and utterly dominate the so-called prodigies of the lesser ones.
It was like the entire Crimson bloodline was composed of supreme geniuses, an anomaly that stood in stark contrast to the rest of the human race. One could only imagine how terrifying they'd become once the family reached maybe ten or twenty generations.
Azarel's question was something everyone had thought about, more of a fleeting thought than not, but one, none dared to voice. Not with monsters from the two apex races present.
It was a question that placed him in a unique light: on one hand, claiming he wasn't confident enough to force his way in… and on the other, implying that no other race present could stop him.
In other words, he called himself weak, while also claiming to be stronger than everyone else.
Absurd!
