The wind blew.
Kaiden sat with his back to his siblings and his legs hanging over a basin full of dead monsters, and nobody answered his question.
A long moment passed.
Then Kaiden's posture shifted.
It was subtle. His posture straightened, shoulders settling, and the air on the ridge changed in a way that had nothing to do with the wind.
His mana pressure uncoiled.
It rose from him like heat from sun-baked stone, slow and dense, carrying a weight that had nothing to do with tier classifications or level assessments. The wrathful, oppressive mana signature that the forum poster had described in extremely livid details bloomed outward from his body and pressed against the three people standing behind him, and the ridge got heavier.
When he spoke again, his voice carried the edge of it.
"Times have changed."
The twins took a step back each.
