"Okay then. I know Elder Races are known for their bloodline talents. Go on, give me a glimpse of the future," Sevrak said, accepting the deal.
His plan was to test the limit of his new powers and, while doing it, crush someone like an ant under his finger just to feel better and remind himself of who he really was.
But deciding to try his powers on Adyr ignited another purpose inside him.
For someone who wanted to enter the Midlands and keep rising, there was no escape; sooner or later, whether as enemy or ally, the chance of facing an Elder Race was high.
At the very least, meeting one here in his own territory, with every advantage and all control in his hands, to test his strength, would yield good data and experience for the future.
In short, it would be like hitting 3 birds with 1 stone.
"Sure," Adyr said, black smoke pouring from his body while he prepared for the coming clash.
