Panic lit Calixan's eyes. He didn't understand what was going on. It was like he was fighting three opponents in the body of just a single one. One was a Vampire Lord, the other some bastion of light, and the last a Paladin Lord.
The middle of the three was one Calixan had never seen before, but he could feel a Perfect Frame when he saw it. Though it was less impressive at the Proving Class, a Perfect Frame was still a Perfect Frame.
The other two, though… they were simply legendary.
The Vampire Lord Frame was one that could only be awakened by the vampires of purest blood. Even if you were the child of a Vampire Noble, it wasn't guaranteed even at the Proving Class.
This was why Calixan had never even thought to question the idea that Grey was a Vampire Lord. Who else but a Vampire Lord could ever have such a Frame?
But, the other Perfect Frame, the last of them…
'Paladin.'
It was a word that shook Calixan to the core.
