Sylas found his sister sitting cross-legged in the middle of a room, her attention fixed on an orb floating above her palm.
Elara was already 19 years old. She had grown into a beautiful young lady, but there were still traces of the mischievous little girl Sylas remembered.
Even with her brows furrowed in concentration, the slight curl at the corners of her lips made her look like she was plotting something that would inevitably give someone else a headache.
Sylas watched her for a moment before his gaze sharpened.
She was actually B-tier.
That was quite impressive, especially considering how little time had passed since the Summoning. Then again, with the changes to the Grimblade Bloodline, it would've been more surprising if she hadn't reached this point by now.
The benefits of his most recent evolution should have been especially large. The Dragon and Phoenix foundations had lifted their Bloodline far beyond anything it had once been.
