A moment later, she remembered why they had come here in the first place.
Spinning around, she pointed accusingly at him.
"You promised me a friend my age. I don't want a pet or anything weird. I want an actual kid, and they had better not be scared of me."
She stomped her foot.
The jagged cliff beneath them cracked under the force of her Fourth Class strength, pebbles tumbling down the mountainside.
Damon could not help but admit to himself that, up close, his daughter was terrifying.
Even if she was his own child, a normal kid would never know how to deal with someone like her.
He remembered his days at the academy. Back then, merely standing near someone in the Second Class had felt like the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders.
Ranar was in the Fourth Class.
And she was only ten.
Seeing that her tantrum was accomplishing nothing, she immediately changed tactics.
"Daddy... Daddy..."
