Of course, Northern had not expected that any being who set their eyes upon him should instantly know that he was the greatest of all time without having to be told.
He was not famous at all; perhaps only the survivors of the dark continent would know him quite well. But here in the vast Central Plains, it was not so. Nor did he have any expectation in that regard—he had never even thought about it.
However, there's this thing that humans have: it's called being honest to oneself.
How a human of a certain class and caliber should be able to discern immediately when another is way beyond their level and humble themselves before inviting unnecessary insult.
At least, Northern felt like that was a thing. Or was it not?
It had to be. Humans had this unparalleled ability granted to them by the nature of their fear and greed to recognize greatness when they saw one and act accordingly.