Theron formed the very same sphere. Other than the fact it seemed to reflect a deeper shade of blue, nothing had changed, and it certainly didn't carry the same Runes a Black Clan's water would when their Echo activated.
Saularon frowned, her head tilting to the side.
"… Blue Pufferfish?"
She couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. The sensitivity she had to her own bloodline was obviously quite strong, and she didn't think that she was wrong.
All things considered, she wasn't actually angry. The odds that Theron was an illegitimate child of the Black Clan were quite high—or, rather, they had been quite high in her eyes just moments ago.
Maybe it was arrogant, but it was a warranted arrogance. In the eyes of the Black Clan, the only strong Water Mancers in this world descended from them.
