Ethan smiled gently as he looked around at the group—his people, his family. They were all watching him with anticipation, reverence, and above all, trust. That same trust he had earned through countless battles, sacrifices, and silent burdens.
He lifted his head slightly, eyes glowing gold with faint traces of white, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. His aura pulsed just once, and the very air hummed, the land beneath them letting out a soft groan in response.
"Well, I am…" he started, his voice low, calm, yet impossibly deep—echoing within each of them like a forgotten memory coming back to life. "...The Core. The Centerpoint. The Flame that sparks the bloodline, and the Heart that guides its beat."
He slowly stood up, the ground under his feet cracking gently as immense pressure rolled out from him, not suffocating, but vast. As if they were staring at the sea from its deepest trench.
