While all the practitioners have been shaken to their core, emotions raging and disbelief consuming them after discovering their race was actually an elder one, Adyr remained silent, quietly savoring the irony.
In his previous life, he had worn countless masks and fabricated entire identities. From a police officer upholding public trust to a politician who wrote those laws, from a surgeon who healed the sick to a pilot guiding hundreds through the skies—he had played every role, deceived every gaze.
But this? Convincing someone he was their ancestor? That was a completely new experience, and he found himself enjoying it.
What's next—they call me father? The thought made him want to chuckle.
"Lady Liora," Lucen began in his usual flat, serious tone, "this changes everything. We need to reevaluate all of this."
