After parting ways, Devrok quietly made his way toward the training hall, his footsteps heavy with thought. As Damien's elder brother, he had long accepted the gap between them—but today, seeing his little brother unleash such monstrous strength had stirred something deep within him.
The kind of power Damien displayed... it was absurd. Overwhelming. Unreachable.
Devrok sighed.
No matter how much he pushed himself, the truth remained—Damien walked the True Path, gifted and chosen, while he could only stumble along the False Path. It was a cruel divide, one that effort alone couldn't bridge.
Yet, just as his mind was dipping into frustration, his gaze drifted downward—to the strange black ring coiled around his finger.
A glimmer of hope sparked in his eyes.
That ring... it had changed everything.
