Elsewhere across Tempest City, the figure of a dark-robed youth blurred through the streets. Sinking into shadows and emerging hundreds of meters away. His presence going completely unnoticed.
Shadow teleporting rapidly, Ulric sank deep into his thoughts as Alaric's words played at the back of his mind repeatedly.
Demons. Dragons with the power to rule over the realm. And so many more beings far stronger than he could have ever imagined. For the first time, he truly felt weak. And if that wasn't enough, there existed a royal family elsewhere that would kill him just for the sole reason of his existence.
When faced with all these in the future, would he be left weak and helpless with nothing to do? Before the thought could fully form, he discarded it instantly, his fists clenching tightly.
