Duke Rhydion Silvershade's eyes shifted to the ever-silent figure seated across from him, Duke Azeron Wargrave. Azeron wore his usual mask of apathy, his sharp gaze betraying no emotion. Rhydion finally broke the silence with a voice that carried both curiosity and underlying suspicion.
"I have to ask, Azeron," Rhydion began, his tone deliberate and heavy, "the Wargraves have always been known to awaken only one weapon and one affinity. But it appears your son possesses not one, not two, but four distinct affinities, lightning, light, space, and gravity. How is this possible?"
At the utterance of the question, pairs of eyes immediately snapped toward Duke Azeron, the tension in the chamber palpable. It was a question that had already burned itself into the hearts of everyone present.
