The Voidwalker Ancestor looked at Max for a moment. Then he shrugged lightly. For such a solemn moment, the gesture felt strangely casual.
"It was lost."
The arena froze.
Max's eyes narrowed. "Lost?"
The Voidwalker Ancestor nodded. "Since the day those Voidwalker members took it, the sacred legacy of the First Progenitor never returned to the Five Sacred Clans. Those who fled disappeared. The legacy disappeared with them. Every trace of it became uncertain."
The Valerius leader immediately shouted, unable to hold back. "Lies! The sacred legacy isn't lost. It's standing right in front of us!"
His furious gaze locked onto Max.
The Ashbourne leader jumped in right after. "Max Voidwalker carries it. That star-like dimensional power, the awakening of the fifth end, the way the First Progenitor's statue reacted, all of it proves he's inherited the stolen sacred legacy."
The Ravenhart leader's eyes flashed. "The Voidwalker bloodline has been hiding it all these years."
