Max's brows furrowed the instant her words sank in, a deep unease taking root in his chest. At the same time, a quiet alarm flared in his mind. This elven woman… she'd seen through the existence of his elven bloodline without even trying.
That was something even Instructor Virelia and Lord Harthorne—both powerhouses of the Divine Realm—had failed to detect. And yet, this woman pierced through it like she was flipping through a page in a book.
'She must be able to see it because she's an elf,' Max reasoned, trying to compose himself, though his thoughts were already spiraling. Her question, though seemingly calm, had pierced right through to the root of something he hadn't even fully processed himself. Two Royal Bloodlines? There was no way that was a coincidence.
"You mean to ask," Max said slowly, buying time to gather his composure, "that I've come into contact with two individuals who possess the Royal Elven Bloodline... when only one is supposed to exist at a time?"
