His aura no longer resembled the broken youth who had been abandoned. It surged like a storm, carrying both the blessing of Apollo and his own unshakeable resolve.
At last, the gates of his clan appeared before him. Familiar yet foreign, they stood as a reminder of betrayal and disgrace.
But Thomas did not falter. His eyes, burning with vengeance and newfound power, fixed upon the gates.
The long-awaited reckoning had arrived.
His clan name was Tremari; although they weren't said to be the strongest in the northern continent, they still have quite an ancient history with glorious times.
Even now, their name carried weight, and their ancestral grounds were filled with pride and arrogance born of that heritage.
