The oil lamp flickered, casting dancing shadows across the walls of the private chamber. The warm glow did little to dispel the chill that had settled over the room.
"After the Sky Lock Law Sorcerer, the previous clan leader and my grandfather, died, the mantle of succession was fiercely contested by two factions." He paused, his eyes flickering with old memories. "The conservatives, led by my grand-uncle, who was the brother of the deceased clan leader. And the moderates, led by the eldest son of the clan leader—my father, Great Earthly Beast Rennet—and his younger brothers, Earth Spear Reynard and Rumbling Earth Geralt, the current clan leader."
"The two strongest existences at that time were my grand-uncle, Atlas Dragon High Sorcerer, and my father. Both of them Peak Third-Rank High Sorcerers. They were a step away from ascending to the fabled Fourth Rank, becoming an existence of worldly law."
