Primarch nodded slowly.
"No. It was the boy. Master commanded me to observe both battles from a distance to assess Armand's current magical power. I witnessed Marcellus and Cedric in combat as well. Their white flames are a manifestation of their divine inheritance, but what they displayed was merely the surface level of their power."
He turned his gaze back toward the figure, his voice steady.
"They are far stronger than they let on. Their true potential has been carefully suppressed, likely to prevent drawing too much attention. But if they really fight seriously, they exude a power that could level cities. The boy, however, is different. He does not suppress his power. He wields it openly, with a confidence that suggests he has yet to reach his limit. And if his current strength is any indication, he may soon surpass even his brothers."
