Max's gaze swept across them. The head of the Valerius Clan still looked cold, but the arrogance in his eyes had faded a little. The Ashbourne head frowned deeply, clearly unwilling to accept the result but unable to deny what had just happened in front of everyone.
The Ravenhart head stayed silent, her gaze thoughtful, as if she suspected there was more to this than met the eye. The Evercrest head, his chest still carrying faint traces of the wound Max had given him, looked at Max with anger, humiliation, and restrained killing intent.
Above them, the four sacred ancestors stayed equally silent, their expressions complicated. They'd wanted to test whether Max carried the stolen sacred legacy.
The test had failed to prove that. Worse for them, it had happened in front of the entire younger generation, in front of the Voidwalker remnants, in front of Freya, and in front of the awakened fifth end.
