"You're right, I did it. I actually did it!!"
Valcoric let out a long, satisfied laugh from the side.
"Congratulations, my dear descendant. You have successfully reclaimed your birthright. I must say, I am impressed. Most people would have collapsed under the pressure of that fusion, but you not only endured it, but you also mastered it."
He clapped his hands together.
"Now, as promised, I will pass on my life's work to you. I hope you can use it well."
Before Aria could respond, Valcoric raised one hand and pressed it against her forehead.
Golden light flashed on Aria's forehead as her eyes went wide.
Thousands of images, techniques, memories, and fragments of knowledge flooded into her mind all at once. She saw battles Valcoric had fought, strategies he had devised, secrets about the bloodline that had been lost for centuries. It was too much to process all at once, but she could feel it settling into her memory, waiting for her to access it when she needed it.
