"This elf… carries my bloodline!"
The words barely left Max's lips, yet the moment they did, something inside him shattered into absolute clarity.
There was no mistake. There could be no mistake. The violent reaction of his Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline was not without reason. It was responding to its origin. It was responding to something that rightfully belonged to him… now existing within another.
His gaze locked onto the young elf, and in that instant, everything connected. The strange resonance. The agitation within his blood. The instinctive pull that felt both familiar and unbearable. It all pointed to one truth. The source of his divine bloodline, the very essence that defined him, was inside that elf.
And then the memories came.
