Max froze in shock because the face of the elven woman standing before him was someone he knew far too well.
It was his mother.
The moment his eyes settled on her features, a storm of emotions surged through his mind. The elegant face, the long flowing hair, the calm and noble bearing that surrounded her presence all matched the memories buried deep within his heart.
There was no doubt about it. That face belonged to the woman who had given birth to him. Though she looked a lot younger than what he remembered, there was no doubt that the woman before him was his mother.
Max could not be mistaken.
"Mother?" Max muttered softly. His voice came out hoarse as the word escaped his lips.
The elven woman looked at him with mild confusion when she heard him speak.
"A human at the third level of the Rebirth Realm?" she said while tilting her head slightly as she studied him. "Either you are some supreme genius or you have discovered a loophole in the Combat Tower to reach this far."
