A bloodline that had not even fully formed—yet it had already developed its own consciousness?
And more than that… it even possessed the same dream-entering ability as him.
In the entire history of the Moonvine clan, there had never been a child born with such extraordinary talent.
Yuel had never wanted children.
But if this child truly possessed such astonishing potential…
He hesitated for a moment before replying to Rory.
Yuel:
Rory, if you truly want to keep him, then you must form an official bond with me before the flower blooms.
But I can't return right now. You may have to come here instead.
The war was already nearing its end. If Xarion escorted Rory here, there would be no real issue.
Still…
If they kept the child, it meant that for three whole years he would not be able to...
Three years. Three entire years!
The moment Yuel thought about it, his vine-life suddenly felt utterly bleak.
His future seemed shrouded in darkness.
