Elsewhere within the Graeogor family compound, in a room lined with expensive furniture, an exasperated shriek rang out.
"She said he was what?!" A girl draped in an intricately patterned white robe fumed, the temperature in the room dropping dangerously, her eyes glowing a frosty blue. "And why didn't you tell me this sooner?"
"Calm down, Aurora!" Elder Varn muttered, his gaze steady on the girl before him. "Raging won't change anything. What's done is done. What you should be thinking about now is what you'll do about this." He whispered, a dark smile creeping across his lips.
"Yeah, I'll definitely do something about it. I'll crush him at the academy selection trials. I'll prove I'm better than he is, and when everyone sees it, they'll know I'm the real chosen one, not him. I don't care if he is dual-awakened, he'll never be anything more than F-rank trash."
