"You will never understand the greatness of our ancestors."
The youngest daughter of the Third Generation responded softly to Shard. She picked up the young dragon she was holding with her right hand, and as the black light gathered in her right hand, the dragon transformed into a black greatsword with breathing-like patterns on its surface. The sword didn't seem like metal; instead, it resembled some kind of living substance. Even Shard couldn't recognize what it was.
"Was the earlier scene introducing me to your twisted feelings towards your brother?"
Shard didn't discuss whether the 'ancestor' was great but instead asked directly. Gratoni Edwards nodded lightly, her voice clear and cold:
