Chapter 47: A Decision

The cold silence that followed Graviel's declaration was deafening.

The revelation had struck the gathered crowd like a hammer, leaving them stunned and uncertain. Even the crackle of burning ruins and the distant cries of survivors seemed muted against the weight of Graviel's words.

Kaelric's blue eyes remained locked on Elion, the boy's golden gaze staring back at him with icy indifference.

His legs, still encased in frost, strained against the frozen Qi. Slowly, he turned his gaze back to Graviel, his voice shaking as he spoke.

"Father… what do you mean, your grandson?" Kaelric's tone was incredulous, almost disbelieving. "Are you saying… they're my sons?"

Before Graviel could respond, the elders erupted into a cacophony of whispers and sharp exchanges.