The old man chuckled. "A Coronation is an ascendance within the God Realm. Usually at the S-tier, though I guess it doesn't strictly have to be.
"Every powerful entity in existence will sense it. Those that want to make trouble with you will certainly choose to make trouble with you.
"Usually, this is less of an issue because those that can attempt Coronations have enormous factions backing them. You, however…" the old man's head tilted to the side. The one thing about Sylas that he had definitely seen earlier was that Sylas didn't have a substantial amount of Karma on him.
Well, he did. But not the amount a genius of his caliber should. It was being held back by something.
And the only thing that filled in the gaps was the idea of someone who was forced to split his own Karma to make up for those that followed him that didn't have any.
Sylas wasn't the scion of a powerful Clan.
He was the ancestor of one. The first generation Ancestor.
