"Activate the Imperial Hallow," the Ancestor Saint commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "We are going to the border. Perhaps, from there, I can sense the aura of this new Giant King."
The Saint did not doubt Harold's word. His plan was simple and logical. With the power of the empire's most sacred artifact, he should be able to extend his senses into the territory of the Stoneheart Horde.
If he detected the presence of an Archlord, it would mean the bloodline evolution was a fluke, and Orion had not truly ascended. If he sensed nothing, it would confirm his suspicions: the Giant King was not on his own lands. He had ascended in another world entirely.
Emerald Dream Realm, Marshlight Sanctuary.
In a vast, torch-lit hall, Leonidas circled Orion, then circled him again, his expression a comical mix of disbelief and scrutiny.
"Was the Dawn Continent really that good to you?" he finally burst out. "You take one trip over there and come back an Archlord?"
