Soren nodded slowly, the logic of her words sinking in. "You're right. It is strange. Deep down, I've always known that something was… different. Maybe even wrong." He thought of the times his skin felt too tight, or the way the air hummed when he walked by. "But I never questioned it too much. I told myself it was because of my father."
"Soreth," Soren said the name with a complicated mixture of reverence and revulsion. "He was the most powerful ice mage in recorded history. He was unstoppable. A god-tier power that defined the era. It's the reason Nevareth always won the wars, Eris. No offense to Solmire, but your fire mages simply couldn't compete with the sheer scale of his ice."
Eris bristled slightly, her southern pride flickering in her eyes, but she knew her history. "None taken," she muttered. "Continue."
