After Orion departed, a long silence fell over the sixth floor of the Black Tower.
"Today, I finally get what they mean. The next generation is always on a different level," Alexander, the quiet and aloof one, finally spoke, a note of melancholy in his voice. "Arthas, are we falling behind? Have we just been wasting our time all these years?"
Among them, he was the only one who had reached the rank of demigod by taking a shortcut with a spirit sword. The pressure of being overtaken by someone like Orion was a weight he felt more keenly than anyone.
"I can't speak for anyone else, but I haven't," Arthas countered. His mindset was far more stable, a difference perhaps born from comprehending his Lord's Stone on his own. "The foundation we've built over the years is more than enough to sustain us. It's what lets us advance steadily at our current level."
